What Makes What ..

We shoulder our thoughts ..

Nurture them to heights ..

We give them wings..

Yet, they still manage to stall ..

I laughed at them a few times..

Confronted, yet didn't make it loud.. 

In humor I passed them on ..

They hurt, yet I kept laughing..

I twisted, I was afraid ..

With a lost composure .. 

I raised my articulation .. 

Yet you didn't listen for once .. even for once 

That I wanted to finish the drive safely ..

Is It Time ?

I stand alone, gazing at the dying sun..

Holding on to that walking stick...

I see a butterfly, a memory of mine,

Struggling it's way toward ...

Weak, Hollow .. I try hard to help,

I trip, I fall.. I fall the final fall ...

While it rests on my frail shoulder, 

I hear it sing, a lullaby of my past ...

With highs and lows, like the notes,

It calls on me, to take me away at last ...

I swim away, into the emptiness,

With a promise never to return...

--
Regards
Hamza

And Yet Again ..

Every silent thing we tried to express..
In that wilderness, full of emptiness..
My heart was full, yet had no words..

And all we heard were the chirping birds ..

Silence! I could not say the words..
That my own mind had often heard...
And so afraid to say ..

--
Regards
Hamza

This New Year ...

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Regards
Hamza Qazi

Fate ..

How cruel is fate,
putting thorns in my road..?
And I know
my dues will never be owed..

I took the path most trod upon,
and not the one less traveled..
It took me past the rising dawn,
which just never unraveled...

It took me down a narrow pass,
into a shrouded night..
It wanted to see my ruin,
To see my miserable plight…

Deceived I was, in every breath
lingering even in my demise,
and, therefore my fate is sealed,
that never shall I ever rise…



.. hamza