02/08/2012 by Siddiqui Fayesal
That constant flow of water outside my
Is the sheet of music I hear
to re-live all my pain.
Like every drop knows how strong
A hold they have;
Distorting or clearing ones vision like doling
Punishment for the bad.
The constant dripping of God’s nectar
And the truism it repeats
Is the litmus to my life and
Of my weeping retreats.
I know I cant blame my angel for what
Was God’s deed.
But where have ever the Gods said
Sorry for his prisoners withered needs.
She was in pain. She knew her time
Had come ages ago.
Her bravery left her tired
And in need of letting go.
I know she had loved me and no one
Else. Then why?
I know I had loved her and no one else.
Then why this blatant lie?
Why do we have to say goodbye to
Love when we swear of life and death?
Why can’t we tell all we want to
In that one moment of dread.
The angel of death was hovering
And she smiled at it in futile.
They beckoned her to heaven where
She’ll wait till It’s my time.
Death is not painful. Death only betrays
The one we love.
Death is not harsh. It only kills a little of you
Because we still don’t know what is Love!
Note: I wrote the first few lines on 20.07.2011. The rest is out of compulsion for it being incomplete for more than a year…
Finished it in the very late hours of 01.08.2012.