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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