'Distance'

Distance seems a word so small,

But carrying so much pain.

A never ending journey,

How much I disdain.

Voices becoming so low and faint,

Nothing remains the same.

Heard from a distance,

Are only incomplete names.

Memories slipping away

And faces growing pale.

Home, now a house,

Put up for sale.

Arms wide open

But no one to embrace.

A bunch of friendly people,

But no familiar face.

Sufferers of this distance,

Will surely empathize,

Those teary swollen eyes

And those killing sleepless nights.

'Lahore'

A small poem I wrote about Lahore and its different faces a couple of years back as a college assignment.

Temples, mosques and beautiful shrines,

a feeling so sacred, so touching and divine.

Vibrant colours and festive faces,

illuminating the darkness from barren places.

Festivals, occasions and  all these celebrations,

keep us alive and keep us in motion.

Sad faces of a poor man,

lying on the pavement, no ceiling, no fan.

Standing on guard at a restaurants door.

Happy and content, not asking for more.

Little boys fixing the cars,

throwing their dreams to a place quiet far.

Asking for money, knocking on the window,

Tent for a home, but dream for a meadow.

Worries stresses and too much of work.

Waiting for a life, looking out for hope.

Lahore is a city, of too many faces,

Too many people and crowded places.

Left Untouched!

I lose myself within myself, the complexities that surround me are drowning me in depths unknown.. Depths which have no end no beginning even.. How it sucks you in, that is unknown but this depth can break you and toss you around in a million invisible pieces. You can't even pick them up to put yourself back together again.. You remain those invisible little pieces and your identity is lost without being explored, you are left untouched..

Love will come through..

With every beat of this heart life moves away,
Taking away the comforts and leaving me astray. 

Aloof and stranded I feel once again, 

Hope and belief is beginning to fade.

I can’t blame you or anyone around; 

this wrath is within, screaming out loud. 

I knew it in my heart, I could see the end of tunnel, 

this chaos is within no light can make it settle. 

Nothing comes easy in life, I was told, 

but love for once I desperately want to hold. 

But it tries to be like water, leaking from every crack, 

rushing away so easily and no way to call it back. 

One thing I wish and hope it to come true, 

this pain is all a dream and love will come through.

Nothing Remains

Empty spaces and deserted places,

Lost between a bunch of mazes.

A lump in my throat and this shiver within,

A void inside and no one to fill in.

The world around, seems the same,

But now for me nothing remains..

Still holding on..

Where ever or how ever, I'm still holding on,

Content and at ease I have moved on.

But this moving on has a side,

Which is not so pleasant nor a good sight.

I'm happy and grateful for what I have,

But I actually moved on? now that is pretty sad.

I'm used to coming back to an empty abode,

But that does not mean, I don't feel it anymore.

I have a lovely life and I enjoy every moment,

But deep down inside, I'm still empty and vacant.

I know the tunnel will end and I'll see a new dawn,

But these roses I hold, have too many thorns.

Where ever or however, I'm still holding on,

Content and at ease, I have moved on...

Alone!

You come in this world alone and you die alone.. You meet people, interact, socialize, fall in love but still you are alone. You're identity is alone. You're being is alone.. You can't blame anyone for this loneliness.. Since there is no one to blame.. Nothing completes you.. Not even love. I won't say that love won't keep you happy.. Obviously it will.. It's the best feeling to love and to be loved in return but then again. You are with someone you love but the loneliness is there.. You are connected yet, some string inside you is still hanging loose and it will remain that way always.. That string will remind you that you come in this world alone and you die alone.. That is how it is supposed to be.. That is how life is..