She Will Be Mine.. Poem by tajdar alam khan

Like the stars in the Midst of the clusters,
A riddle to me she is, much of which is unsolved

like the sites of the beautiful horizon...i wish to reach,
wish to touch, hope to be with her;
yet sitting paralyzed besides the shores.

like a clever critic,
like a peaceful monk..
the works for flattery, possession, love
had never meant to her.

The thoughts of having her has been the June's fading rose
As my memories are fading within her;

like the growing ages,
like the moving season,
like the flowing rivers,
her heart won't stop and soon will begone as those nomads do

A question to me has been answered,
To have her i have tried everything
and have done nothing..,

I lost the pages of my writings..
I have no need for those anymore,
TO this time i want the most; is her.


In my sleepless nights I summarize, than predict and than laugh
and than i cry;
And when the dawn and than the daylight comes..
I haven't cease myself to try.

Anxiety of having her,
the nightmares of losing hers;
And All this, the January light won't fade my fears.