I am no poet, just a thrower of words. Still wandering what's life and why and how did I end up here?
To those who vanished from our lives...
I try to recall my senses, fitter in forgetfulness
All starry ways of queen-the mind shall support
My cause in my casual talks; I remember nothing
New or old, alive or dead all are forgotten forever
By me; Still when I click the innocence of memory
The charms of sanity, and the wealth of senses
All I find is blood and pain; Love and miseries of rain
To whoever tries to stay in- shall meet the people forlorn
The young and the old, the beauty of the brain sold- all dead all gone
I wait in silence, and I long for all those missed ones, loved ones
And of course, the dead ones; Who stay put in silence and quietness
Rose berries and tusk of morning hay- play with the fancy old ray
The quiet ones are gone past long ago from our life and so on they stay
No matter how loud you pray, how long you stay, they answer no way!
Yes, the physical being is gone and the fictional time lives on for us
They are gone- not their presence in the minds of humans like rivers of
Pain and Happiness get coins of smile and remembrance.
For I can't stay in senses and I shall dive into waters of forgetfulness again
Adieu! Yeah your times are up and our times are just behind, till we meet
In heavens forlorn, I bid you a warm farewell, my friends be loved-
Adieu till we see each other in heavens.
© 2017 Kashif Ali Abbas