Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Faiz Ahmed Faiz Poems
|1.||Be Near Me||3/14/2015|
|2.||Wasteland Of Solitude||8/2/2006|
|5.||It Is Spring Again||8/3/2006|
|8.||We Shall See||8/4/2006|
|12.||My Heart, My Traveler||8/4/2006|
|13.||The Incarceration Of Loneliness||8/4/2006|
|14.||We Who Were Executed||8/2/2006|
|16.||Some Lover To Some Beloved!||8/4/2006|
|17.||Do Not Ask, My Love.....||8/3/2006|
|18.||When Autumn Came||8/4/2006|
|19.||Before You Came||8/4/2006|
|21.||A Prison Evening||8/3/2006|
A Prison Evening
Each star a rung,
night comes down the spiral
staircase of the evening.
The breeze passes by so very close
as if someone just happened to speak of love.
In the courtyard,
the trees are absorbed refugees
embroidering maps of return on the sky.
On the roof,
the moon - lovingly, generously -
is turning the stars
into a dust of sheen.
From every corner, dark-green shadows,
in ripples, come towards me.
At any moment they may break over me,
like the waves of pain each time I remember
this separation from my lover.
This thought keeps ...
We Who Were Executed
I longed for your lips, dreamed of their roses:
I was hanged from the dry branch of the scaffold.
I wanted to touch your hands, their silver light:
I was murdered in the half-light of dim lanes.
And there where you were crucified,
so far away from my words,
you still were beautiful:
color kept clinging to your lips–