Nayyar,
This is a love poem, as usually you write.
It is another way of expressing love in your
poetry, this time with a different meaning.
Now you write about a lost love, a love who left
you and you feel for ever sorry for the girl as you
say "but I will not wait for anyone else".
You are also sorry for not being like a tall to the
sky tree in order to offer your lover the beauty of
Paradise as she would have liked to live ...
Unfortunately , your symphony was too sad when
she wanted to enjoy Happiness.
You tell her :
"Now, you wish to leave me? And want
me to forget you. Just because I am not a tall tree,
And couldn’t touch the sky for you? Just because
the symphonies I play, are sad, And they can’t
bring any joy for you."
She was happy with you when she cried on your
shoulder but after that, she forgot your good heart
and love for her and she left...
The lover boy must not be so much angry because
there are many thoughts in the people's mind and
he should look for the same soul with him, for the
same thoughts and desires in life he has, not for
different ones.
Love never means Difference but Oneness. Love
means a single Journey to Heaven not many more,
as we can read in the following lines :
"In your next journey, You could find so many tall
and beautiful trees, With the outfit of the green
fabric of the spring."
The boy must be happy to have discovered the false
love in time...
So, I wish him to have pink cheeks and happy smile
on his lips !!
The poem has a new and a little hard style in poetry.
It is not flowing easily like a river to its ocean...
Haminia,
May 2012
(The poem can be read at Comments. below .)
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The withered garden - by Nayyar Afaq
Once, I was like a pale tree;
With the weak roots,
Slender branches,
And autumn all around me.
Solitude happened to be my guide.
Silence took a toll on my soul,
And left me just hollow from inside;
Along with silent eyes and empty hands,
Void of the pain of love.
Then, someone tread here like an angel;
Embraced me with a smile,
I was all arid,
She spelled a blissful rain of love.
And turned the soil of my soul into a garden.
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You drifted among the flowers,
And I devoted my nectar to you.
You engraved your name on the stem,
And my skin got injured.
I played the flute of wind for you.
You sung, danced and swayed.
I burnt myself under the scorching heat,
While you slept under my shade.
You placed your arms around me,
And offered your shoulders to cry on.
I thought the season of sorrows is ended,
And I got a companion, someone – my own.
But ah, my love!
Now, you wish to leave me?
And want me to forget you.
Just because I am not a tall tree,
And couldn’t touch the sky for you?
Just because the symphonies I play, are sad,
And they can’t bring any joy for you.
I won’t stop you.
You could seek another garden.
(but I will not wait for anyone else.)
The only name,
Shining on my stem is yours.
(And that too written by you.)
You want me to erase it?
If once I do,
I will start dying again;
Root by root,
Words by words,
Nest by nest,
Birds by birds.
If once I do it,
The autumn will reign over me again;
Branch by branch,
Leave by leave,
Dawn by dawn,
Eve by eve.
If once I do it,
My garden will be withered again;
Day by day,
Hour by hour,
Moment by moment,
Flower by flower.
You wish to leave me?
I won’t stop you.
In your next journey,
You could find so many tall and beautiful trees,
With the outfit of the green fabric of the spring.
(Sometimes, I wish I could also be like them;
Handsome and strong - just like a king.)
But caution!
In such a beautiful gardens,
Hunters use to fix their nets,
They trap the butterflies.
Strip their wings away and steal their colours.
Such gardens are delusions.
Those who wish for them,
Chase nothing but the illusions.
You wish to leave me?
Go ahead.
I won’t stop you.
As I will already be dead;
Withered, pallid and infertile.
(Afaq Nayyar, 20th May 2012)
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