And those glittering eyes of yours, Of prism radiating beams of secrets, Unleashed them one by one, Of it colors which embraced me all alone. The curves of your mystic smile, Speaking of the unhealed wounds, Unwrapping the mystic leaves; For its shadows dance through me. *** Lo! You stand alone ashore, Gazing into mirror of unending seams, My hands bruised of holding you together, Like a broken glass of cracked decor. Of charismatic reflections that strays you away, While the moon mourns of the unseen stains, For the me is no longer part of yours, Broken; wrapped up; gone. *** Crisp of autumn leaves soothes me, For the road is never tired of lonely souls, Steps; familiar one; silence. There you stand gazing at the moron. Your eyes glitter of the same glory, Your smile speaks of the mystic old, Alas! You find you words shackle, For the living one speaks of none. *** You speak of words I forgot, Of all I see a humane figure. You left me at the unwan...
this is what i want you (Y)
ReplyDeleteAnd that's what I've been trying hard :)
DeleteThere is no freedom, you will be then imprisoned by loneliness
DeleteA loneliness uplifting you is worth accompanying
Delete@Bushra Nawaz @Bushra Mustafa
ReplyDeleteCold and Wishes always irk..
Hurt and pain is your only companion...
Not every smile is real...
Blaming yourself is not always worthy...
You are feeling free???
Ideal system does not exist..
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@Asfand Mudassir yes no ideal system exists.
ReplyDelete.
Because this world won't let you be free.
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But the best part is to make best out of this pain.