Never-ending paths seemed to be ending
At yet there was no indication
Of a destination, a fruitful conclusion.
Realizing this he said
Come, Let's try to locate
Our lines of fate on the wind's palms!
And then azure waters
Frozen still from the dawn of time
Reverberated into expanding circles on the surface.
When the yellowed desert-like womb of time
Saw the birth of the sprouting
Shoots of woe
He was busy
Watching from the sea shore
Sails of boats.
The burning sand on the rims of his eyes
Had become wet.
And then it happened
Sitting on the other side of the wall of ennui
He was caught savouring
The taste of wind.
From that day onwards
Hiding their faces in wraps of sorrows
People figure out the lines of his face
From a distance.
A faceless portrait, you say But, you sketched with skill Each one of our faces For beneath the skin It is only emotions which dwell And that you laid dissected Bare, lone and sad By the shores of Time. Yes, we all have been subject Of your theme sometime in life With sadness drapping us heavy Like thick velvet grey smog Strange, profound and unexplainable! Such beauty! Such pain! Only you can sing such a song To read them gives me much joy! Angel
Theres a sense of a weary life, to tired to change the course of his destiny. A deep type of mourning poem. Thank you for sharing. :)
As ever, excellent abstract descriptions to tantalize the mind. Mark
Such a stunning composition Naseer....well crafted piece, i loved your last few verses most.........10++++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ohh! ! thought provoking......i must say... well done