pieces pieces jigsaw puzzle pieces…
scattered on the floor
mixed with dirt blood and tears…
lost many relations there
and here scattered photographs of old times
Light goes light comes…
Flash back of memories…
Rain starts rain stops…
Thunderstorm screams..
Moon dying
Stars shining
But hope is still bleak
Lost myself in wind and stormy night..
Can’t find any clue
Who I was who I have become..
Stealing glances on people
Or dirt and mind in air….
By
Zill-e-huma
Tears don’t quench….
There is nothing nothing inside
No relieve of this pain
Tears don’t quench the thirst of pain of the dying wishes
Heart wails and remorse
since love has occupied the territory of her heart
her time running out and guilt is still encompass her
once arrogance laughter
has already touched the shallow pits
wounds cannot be healed now
pains plead and swollen eyes seek relieve
redemption from the dying desires
she knows she cannot carry on
but she fails
few random pats on her shoulder
won’t lift that up which she carries
few sweet people’s company won’t heal them
her tongue has tasted tears and blood
her tongue has tasted those sweet names
her eyes had visions of happy visions
she heard those sweet sounds and laugter
now her ears and eyes sting
her feet wandered and wore
those muddy and uneven paths
and she is a lonely crier….
By
Zill-e-huma
