by Asma Firdous
Lets revive my pen…
An old tradition of careless lines
of rhythms broken
and proud designs!
Lets fall for that shadow again!
And embrace the scent of a dear absence!
Careful silence of a careless heart!
Lets bleed love on paper again…
Lets sketch the blurred togetherness once more…
Lets write out silences
And while we drink of the trance
and empty the infinite nothingness!
I believe we know the ritual..
Gift it to the flames…
And forget we ever existed!
(The poet is presently pursuing bachelors in Horticulture at SKUAST-K.)