Sunday, December 06, 2009


(Words I managed to pen 7 years ago. Back when the news of a certain woman's infertility did leave me with few. Childlike? I was, amateur? I am)

Not tonight,
Not tomorrow,
Not in this lifetime,
Revelations, not in the stars any longer.

Heaven is futile,
An eternal aisle,
Not lasting a while,
And hopes certainly rattle with a sound.

A broken room,
An empty cradle,
An obtuse poem,
Never enough to slay this quiescence.

Tears are cure,
Cure is unreal,
Reality is nonexistent,
The very own cabbalism of overnight life.

The bred silence,
A barren ambiance,
Change it all,
Or please, let her sleep for another night.



~*~ Jal Pari ~*~ said...

Beautifully written and heart breaking at the same time...

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Felicitas said...

A beautifully written piece! Very sad, but true to life and love as well.

Fareed said...

Many thanks, Felicity for your words.

Farheen said...

Its amazing that you were this good with words when you were this young.Its beautiful. But tears are no cure hope is the worst of evils, for it prolongs the torments of man.

Fareed said...

I agree to what you say now, but back than I was a mere hopeful kid. Thanks for the visit.

Medha said...

Thought Id drop by, had been long.
Thank you for making it worth it.

Fareed said...

Thanks for dropping by, Medha. I've been kinda off-coloured as well.