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    March 11

    Memories...

    Have there been something/someone one felt they could relate to? Aahh it is but poems for me...

    wherever I am

    wherever I may be

    your memories are with me


    who knows whose search was in their eyes

    travellers of desire kept looking

    longer they walked

    longer the way became

    their dream was destination yet destination was unreality

    path continued to divert

    for what reason traveller of desire kept wandering


    to say someone

    or not to say

    what is in my heart

    though apparently world walks with me

    yet loneliness engulfs my heart

    a old memory stops my path and says to me

    how long will you wander like this in this hot sun

    lets sit in the shadow of days gone by

    lets talk about that moment

    when a flower blossomed

    when someone's silvery voice reverberated

    when someone's eyes showered pearls

    sometime in my heart

    pangs of memories dig deep

    somewhere a picture gets hazier

    some enjoy colours of world and are happy

    and some even after getting everything say this in their heart

    truth is that this is my mistake

    that I desired to touch the moon

    that I asked sky on earth

    that I desired that flowers blossom on rocks

    that I looked for fragrance in thorns

    that I wished fire to calm me

    that I kept looking for warmth in snow

    that I wished my dream to come true

    of course, I was to get punished

    sometime roots of past

    dig deep in my heart

    sometime a cherished garland breaks apart

    some keep space for new things in their hearts

    yet some continue to decorate lamps of memories on their eyelashes

     
     
    January 29

    The night

    The lonsesome night I lay awake.
    The air outside caressing its way in;
    moving in every beat of my memory of you.
    A chill it enters.
    A raging fire it leaves in...
    January 27

    Thoughts...

    Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
     
    ~ Kahlil Gibran
    January 17

    Butterflies

    I had been dreaming; there were the butterflies come from mist, and I was dreaming among the violets...
     
    ~ Yashi Zo
     
     
    Allah are butterflies outside...explore and tis all something else...