When the sun shows off its yellow teeth
In my eyes full of sleep
I laugh
And tie up all my sufferings in a knot
To put them in my heart's almirah.
When darkness and silence together
Knock on my window
I laugh
And birds resting on my lips
Fly away.
When for the sake of a handful of water
Empty and hypocrite hands
Fill up with prayers
I laugh
And in the rain of my laughter
Dry lakes quench their thirst.
But when in my wisdom filled silence
She does not acknowledge my existence
I laugh
And laughing, I start crying......!
(Translated by Samina Amjad)
A very strong peom but beautifully written. Thanks for sharring it.
And tie up all my sufferings in a knot and put them in my heart's almiral. what a strong image to begin a great poem with Naseer tonight I am meloncoly and this is my mood exactly thank you brother.
Marvelous write! So poetic and full of beautiful expressions. In the silence of night many questions and longings arise. One is wondering about our connection to this objective world and its maker.
A very heartfelt write, and a lovely title, well written Naseer 10 Lynda xx
Laughter is not always for fun..soemtimes we mask our sorrows by having a laugh...I gues when you are alone thats when you tend to take this mask off...so floodgates open. 8/9/09
Why Does Loneliness Weep In Wisdomful Silence? After having wed twice, my first love lost by cancer, and; second divorced for the lack of communication. Baren after 45+ years of bed-warmth and restless companionship had led to ill tidal weaping lonliness, This may help many as it has myself become a mantra, Self revealing of a muse of my own 'Self' be friend. ALONE - - with myself if I do not see, another side, a side of me One of mind, of no other kind A friend I find, who's alone in my mind. He or She, speaks to me. 'If I a friend to be, then not alone your side will be, If only you will find the friend in me' Best friends we can be, 'Me and Me', Loneliness, is not finding 'Me' (Self revelation after marital desolving) 1989 Louie Levy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My soul is made up Of the Dead Sea The tears which roll down Mixed with salt from my heart Touch my lips and I taste My own bitter loneliness! A very moving poem Which touched my soul And broke my heart As I read on line after line! Angel