Zaffar Qureshi

It was me who sat alone in the house,
when you left.
Staring into the walls that were once our childhood.
You left me,
...

May I know who you are?

The sound of an untimely death,
that cannot know how to weep.
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A murmur, a mumble, a distant hush,
towards the gathering herd we rush,
enshrined in us love's silent sigh,
confined in us our hearts cry.
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Before the signs of forgetting you, show,
I must let you go.
Your memory as your present is now worthless to me,
eventhough Love's immune to time, you see,
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To be snubbed by a cigarette tomorrow,
too great was the night's sorrow.

The morning bliss my veins invade,
...

Dearest,

Winter days, through ages last,
living inside my lonely heart.
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We were here,
You and I,
When the night's empty sky,
glanced into our eyes,
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Like the cloud so full,
desperate to pour,
Like the tired waves of sea
longing to hit the shore
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To us belong the immortal hearts,
And in us the night never ends.
Shine Shine oh bird of time,
carry me over this lake.
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In parts I fell off the shelf
and somehow,
gathered somewhere else,
where things never cling,
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All the time wondering, about what could be,
I forgot to see the light break in front of me.
My past, my future ensnared by present alike,
Walking in the gardens of spring,
...

A gust of melancholy went by,
Remember
When you and I,
met under that cloudy sky.
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"A thing of beauty is a joy forever."
But every once in a while,
there creeps a thought so wild
into my heart,
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A thousand smiles of spring,
the smell of flowers in my skin,
a sense of eternity in all being,
and all the joys that it may bring,
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There are sights of subtle melancholy,
that our eyes often fail to see.
But the lurking sounds of cracking leaves,
the woeful cries of dancing bees,
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To unspoken goodbyes,
to the reluctant "Hi" s,
To the leaves that died this year,
to those that still knew how to care.
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Bedizened with an ethereal glory,
desired by man and God alike,
Walking among the tombstones,
lost in a cloudy world of thought.
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If you love me dear,
fall into the ever sinking pit with me.
Grow out of life,
embrace the uncertainty of death,
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Hear me, oh dear love of mine,
when a sudden lull grips your mind,
look for me in the distant times,
where the morning sun seldom shines.
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They stay away from me,
lonely eyes in the library,
something about me bothers them,
something that I make them feel.
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