Staying Away!

The hope of you calling my name is what keeps my soul alive

Dead I had remained, since you stopped doing so, staying put in your hive

What good is life, if it’s without the vision of seeing you smile
What better way to die, than to look at you glow far from a mile

Surely meaning to things changed, when I first felt your skin
The density of name and fame suddenly lost its touch within my kin

What have me done, that can undo, the misery, I bestowed upon you
My life should go, so shall my flow, if all it takes to finding you

For your image I see in everything that has the world look bright
And I see you smile, moving on, and just wanting me away from your sight

So shall I stay, away from your gaze till eternity I so swear
Nothing but embarrassment and sorrow i shall keep as the only cloth to wear.

Ali Gohar
Khaneliegohar@yahoo.com

The Pages From Life

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The pages of my life have thus been filled
Agony kept shouting and pain finally spoken
Them books claim victory that I have been killed
My pleasures and joys, away have been taken

The smiles I would witness are snatched
Somehow my guardian angels left me stranded
Gleamy looks ah! are left to be watched
I can’t count on my luck is how em branded

Hopes I had of the unseen are all but lost
Mercy for me is forgotten, upon me dawned
Can I not make a run willingly taking the cost
Good luck charms speaketh not, they yawned

The pages are consumed help is the need
So let’s pray onto the Lord for some sanity
For no more can I take the toll of being kneed
And let the hopes leave hope for an epic totality

I have shone in the past like a star I know
Remembrance of the days fill my pages
How to not be the dead is how I used to mow
If my stars ain’t confined to their cages

Its a text book fairy tale without the happy ending
Let us put in some pages and have them speak
Making things brought together for the bending
And have the screams taken care of by a squeak.

No more I want to keep in weeping
For the mighty string is up and keeping
The secret I held so dear may be reaping
And I shall see my doom miserably creeping

Ali Gohar
Khaneliegohar@yahoo.com