When the stony silence
Becomes a shadow
Of internal monologues
And loneliness peeps out
Of door apertures....
Don't write a word!
When evening
Heavy with sorrow
Descends from the roof-tops
Sterile scenes play hide and seek
On paths coming from afar
And eyes placed on cornices
Gather dust of dreams....
Don't write a word!
When letters that spell
Yours name and my name
Get moth-eaten
And words suffocate to death
In closeted books of our lives
A story
You ought to write then
Without a word in it!
(Translated by Dr. Satyapal Anand)
Wow.This poetry really have a deep meaning to it.To write a story without a word in it.Beautifully written!
Sitting among the ruins of life I sift my fingers in the sand Gossamer cobwebs hang Sparkling in the sun The shadows seem long The corners look so dark Silence hangs heavy Like velvet curtains of yore A cat crosses me and I remember the one on your lap The rose bush it still blooms Watered with my daily tears No care it seems to have Words are futile and empty I don't need words to speak You just read my mind Sitting in my heart you sing And I silently listen - While Those around call me Mad!
Another thought provoking poem full of your wisdom Naseer. Thank you again for sharing your wonderful talent with us. :)
A wise advice but then you assume that we want to write about the deep matters. A great write for those who can benefit!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
looks and sounds like a beautiful mosaic.