In Memories Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

In the tired evening
Of the day’s long spell
The guitar in sweet melody
In lighter strings
When the pain of life
Was singing itself
Behind those weathered fingers
And the seasoned face
Like the ‘Old Guitarist’ of Picasso

Your memories have revisited
The haunting moments
In form I cannot go beyond
The raptures in my heart
Of the days past
For me one day to sit and ponder
But alas those small steps
Of the girl when she was her own

Where have the wit from your heart gone
Had the beloved been with you
The pain might have been lesser

In love I cherish but what is beyond
When the solace has given up hope
Come close my love for tonight
In tiptoe your memories
Enlightening me like the sitting Buddha
No new religion did you espouse
Except the religion of love
O heart! Lament not
For the ways of the lovers
Nothing but tears in memories
15/11/2008