No Echoes Poem by Ayaz Warith

No echoes are there in the deserted palace of heart,
Emerald weeds propped up on the damp topaz wall;
No strength is there, no charms after her final depart,
The reminiscences banging hard after each recall!
Though the world is not in the remotest relationships,
I wish to be forgotten by every dense and busy brain;
I have no time for I am engaged in mass of thoughts,
Of a person of insouciant love whom I cannot explain!

Counting pebbles of years on the shore of my life,
I always dreamt of sweet children and a nice wife!

Still the freshness of mint is in heart after a blaze,
The whiff of fresh soil emits after the rain from eyes;
And lighter than the feather my body’s weight is,
Floating above trees, dales, streams and the skies!
The flames never diminish in the passing of years,
The asteroids of her thoughts float all the time;
Around my sun soul that too motions without fears,
So far from this world of sentence and crime!

Hundred times I climbed up the stairs of the gallows,
Charged with the sublimity of love that halos!


A happy infant in my breast plays ecstatically with,
The brilliant thoughts of bygone days we have spent;
I gaze at the panorama well framed and hanging on,
The walls of my heart all around in the room of scent!
All the years will be rolled by with all pains and pleasure,
And a child will become brittle and white with all wrinkles;
I will be back to my Creator pleading for a life of leisure,
To breathe with her down my cheeks the tear trickles!

Preserve my love, my God till the end my life is sappy,
Beyond the gate of this world I will always be happy!