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The Curve of Passing Time

Misbah enjoys writing poetry and loves to convey the messages of Love through her poems.

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The poem describes the feelings of a person who has experienced unrequited love; the "I" in the poem is not me, or at least I don't believe it is me. I just used the word 'I' to add some emotions to the poem.

Unrequited love is defined as a love that is not returned or repaid. It's a one-sided experience that might leave us feeling hurt, bereaved, and ashamed.

People might think it's simple to detect if love is unrequited, but it's not always so, and can bring a lot of uncertainty and mental suffering at times.

“Let no one who loves be called altogether unhappy. Even love unreturned has its rainbow.”

— ― J.M. Barrie, The Little Minister

The Curve Of Passing Time


I'd rather have nothing than to be denied a little of everything,

So I silently follow the curve of passing time,

Like the sparkling wave of the ocean surface, or

Your mysterious reflection flees into each wave.



I knew all of this in the dream matrix, and

That's how it is, to say I'm a bit crazy,

Because there are dreams I think about in hushed tones,

I remember it well because I dream so rarely,

The short light that blends with the memory of the kingdom elsewhere,



You were there, on the steps of a staircase,

With a smile on your lips and your hands on fire,

And playing a game of fame.



Some things rhyme with everything,

Churned up in this blur that follows me, and

Chasms in my heart that are far hollower than unfinished lyrics.



I chose morality in this world of pleasure, and

Then I'm ashamed of love, like folly...

But I'm going into the fight knowing the end,

I know the pattern,

The rhythmic style, of the corruptible pathetic dance of refusal.



It is not good to be born too big to kneel a heart, nor

Is it necessary to be born Pollux to have a wolf's blood?

Even if I'm a jerk, I'd rather have nothing than being denied a bit of everything.

I like to give because I don't want anything;

What would I do with "you" without a bit of us?



But, out of betrayal to myself, or stubbornness,

I'm going to fight knowing the conclusion,

But is this the silence, I hear in the dusk of my desire?

Because darkness falls to avoid forgetting you,

Corruptible caress chooses to have nothing in this sensuous universe,

In this fuzz, your mysterious reflection escapes in each bluish wave.


The curve of time passing is a gentle omen,

For each shore brings me closer to the last battle,

Or I just have to drift myself,

The words drowned, a bottle failed.



This bookmark will be used to tell the tale of life.

You can think of it as unrequited love.

And when my heart breaks, I’ll be self-sufficient.

Is it truly necessary for me to continue this relation?

When you loved someone and had to let them go, there will always be that small part of yourself that whispers, "What was it that you wanted and why didn't you fight for it?”

— ― Shannon L. Alder

Not In That Way – Sam Smith

© 2022 Misbah Sheikh

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