As I walked,
Past that gate,
From outside..
I just stopped..
Did not realize,
I am not going,
Inside..
Again..
Then from,
The outside,
Under the bridge,
To gymkhana..
I stopped,
Looking at,
The stairs..
And empty eyes..
Wanted,
To dial,
And cry,
But how can I..
And I wait..
For good..
As this drop,
That fell off,
The eye,
Dries away on..
--
Waiting,
In departure,
For a long,
Fruitless travel..
Going back,
To where,
Once life was,
Feels lifeless..
What feels,
Even more,
Painful is I,
Cannot tell..
Years ago,
We crossed,
paths in blue,
Otherwise grey..
Eyes, wet,
As I type,
Heart, beating,
With this thought..
--
Some fars,
Are,
So near,
That..
Just a,
Blink,
Closes,
All..
I miss,
every
word..
I wish,
they,
do too..
Some,
are meant,
To stay,
A lifetime..
Far,
Or near..
But within..
--
Years apart,
Today,
As asked,
Away..
Could not,
Wish,
For that,
Success..
Look at,
This irony,
Again..
Could not,
Wish,
For this,
Either..
Eleven,
Years is just,
A number..
Amputated,
I am, for life..
--
Sometimes,
Life takes turns..
Leaving us,
Baffled..
We dream,
Praying,
They'll come true,
Agreeably..
And then,
Some things,
Lead to another,
Unimagined..
Dreams,
Are silenced..
Lips,
Are sealed..
We shed tears,
In darkness..
So nobody,
Gets to see…
We speak,
In silence..
So nobody,
Gets to hear..
Slowly life..
loses importance..
What gains,
Is the grimaced dark..
We reach,
Only to find,
Out there,
There's nothing..
That smile,
We noticed..
In the mirror.
Ages ago, gone..
Somebody's songs,
Were jittery..
Somebody's strings,
Were broken..
Shivering lips,
Few tuneless words,
Still fingers,
And a dead guitar..
Today,
That's all..
Life is,
For us…
Asked,
What had I..
Which was,
Too much to give..
Dreamt,
What had you,
Which was,
So unreal…
Or was it, and,
That hidden,
Strength,
Is in silence?
I tell this,
To Mishal..
Everyday,
In her ear…
That I pause,
In the middle,
Of my name,
Every time..
And ask,
For a union,
This time,
Until the end..
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