Zaffar Qureshi Biography

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.
...

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.
...

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,
...

To be snubbed by a cigarette tomorrow,
too great was the night's sorrow.

The morning bliss my veins invade,
...