We could neither live nor die together
now we are neither alive nor dead
we could not cross the bounds of ceremonies
still the dear ties did not end
if not grown
the dark shadows of the long moments
of the sad evening
veiled the poles
the kids who could not trap the butterflies
got tired running in vain;
a few moments were left there
in your arrival
but the Ones who waited for ages
lost the game
and passed away;
God! bless me with an art
so that I can scribe a name in an invisible ink
deceiving all the probing eyes;
I wonder how they could touch the zenith
of the success in trials of the world
who could never ascend the heavens of hearts;
No reliance on the arms
that could not shed the weakness;
hey, you!
veil yourself so opaque
never letting others read the book of life
in your eyes, not even
the inscription of dedication! ! !
beautiful write. loved your scattered thoughts. be blessed with divine thoughts.
The recollections of our thoughts during the day are an internal analysis of our aspirations for due diligence. A god write.
Again the spilt beans of thoughts dear.... The poem is a compliment to your readers Ms Shahzia..
Never letting others read the book of life Yet scattered thoughts open a window into that book. Beautiful poem.
Wonderful write...loved your scattered thoughts...Lovely poem... Thank you Shahzia for the beautiful comments on my 100 th poem...Thank a lot..
somany things in a single piece of poetry, wonderful, love it, love it......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, really scattered! Nice to read.