Zaffar Qureshi Poems

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

The sound of an untimely death,
that cannot know how to weep.
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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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Why was I not able to touch things,
when they were close, oh so close to me?
Why did I have to long for you,
while you were sitting right next to me?
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You want to know how I feel?
A lump of dust is stuck in my dry throat,
a knife stuck voluntarily in my throbbing head,
I have to drink around it,
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Why is life so unfair?
I can't find my ink, my pen, my sound.
Why does nothing go unpunished?
Why are you breaking inside me?
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' A Grieving '

I feel like burning poems.
This is the prettiest diary I have,
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Life is too long, too short,
a Leviathan, turns its head,
towards me,
whenever I look at happiness.
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Undulating surface, levitating skies,
between them I exist,
I exist unsupervised.
A flowing river of choas is me,
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Gently wavering thoughts of cotton,
falling hearts,
in an incessant autumn.
Dry winds of agony blow,
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