Khawar Farooq

(August 2,1988 / Eminabad, Pakistan)

As Time Goes By


Slipping away with each moment
Farther away with each breath
All of the dreams I built
Buried deep within the heart
Indelible marks on the canvas of the mind
Figments of the imagination
Yearnings of the burdened soul
Echoes of the laughter laughed ago
Reflections in the mirrors
Masquerades craftily played
Desires to know the reality of the dead
Without tasting death?
Wishes to understand His existence
By ignoring the existence itself?
Wondering if it would all come by
Before I die?
But let immortality be the blessing
I’d feel blessed without
For forever is an exile
When you are destined the hereafter.

Submitted: Friday, January 24, 2014
Edited: Friday, January 24, 2014

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