Silent Whispers - Revisited

وہ ایسا زخم تھا جو  پھول بننے کی چاہ میں  کھلا رہا  وہ کوئی ستارہ جو  صبح کی تلاش میں  بھٹکتا رہا   وہ ایسا اشک تھا جو  بہ جانے کی آس میں  لرزتا رہا  وہ ایک شعر جو  داد پانے کی امید پر  ان کہا رہا  وہ اک حرف دعا  جو  قبولیت کی تلاش میں  گونجتا رہا  وہ کوئی نقش ہاجرہ جو  شدت پیاس سے  جاری رہا  وہ بس ایک پل جو  دل کی دہلیز پر  نقش پا رہا نازش امین  

Far far away From this dusty land Lies my valley of dreams Nestled in the depth Of huge green mountains It is when this cruel world With all its deceiving acts Shatters me to pieces With all its cunning people Pickle me with their negativity When I’m surrounded by Falsehood and lies And deeply wounded by Barbarism and genocide When I see beautiful children Losing their eyesight When I see women being doomed by the mighty guys It’s then I need somewhere to hide To Seek refuge and to cry I rush to my valley of dreams Where there are birds and animals Leaving behind vicious humans Where there is nature and waterfalls Where there is just me and my Lord

Life comes a full circle As they famously say The floor tiles in the Grandma's old house The wooden  chair on which Grand father used to recline The bell bottoms my mom So Fashionably wore The hairstyles of sixties I used to adore That old filmi music Which captured the soul Everything, tiny to grand Old yet getting back into trend Makes me wonder how Life comes a full circle And yet how long still Shall I have to wait Before you turn back.

How can you get over something which was not meant to be over?