Silent Whispers - Revisited

Going back in time, Is not so difficult As it may seems All it needs is a diary, And some written pages To go through, one after another To relive those memories All it needs is a book Filled with poems, Reflecting the emotions We once went through, All it needs is an old worn sweater And Sweet indulgences of Sleepless nights, Restless days, With each new sun Brought along the Brightness of Renewed hopes, Endless longings Enchanting conversation, Fearless endeavors, And as in this December Wearing an old sweater, Writing my diary, Reading the poems I wrote in those times, It dawns on me, how, Going back in time Is not so difficult As it may seems.

Surely, we can not forget, The moment of us parting Even before we reunited, The way it meant to be And yet once again, This eve of your adieu  Has been burdening my heart Before the day you even arrived Such as the rain out of a season,  And moon lit ness across a cloud Such as the fragrance long forgotten  And the coat unworn for years For This barely minimal rendezvous  Its worthiness increases And the yearnings more feverish  These goodbyes are though painful As they are meant to be One over the other, They bring along with them All those moment of us parting Which We surely can not forget. Nazish Amin 

نیا ایک رشتہ  پیدا کیوں  کریں ہم  بچھڑنا  ہے تو جھگڑا کیوں کریں ہم  ہماری ہی تمنا کیوں  کرو تم  تمہاری ہی تمنا کیوں کریں ہم  نہیں دنیا کو جب پرواہ ہماری  تو دنیا کی پرواہ کیوں کریں ہم 

Many seasons have passed me by One after, another, after another From one end of this, world to the other, Many springs have crossed me by Since marigold in lahore, and Poinsettia in Edinburgh All bloomed and withered away, Many autumn arrived and stayed Illuminating the silent valleys with Rainfall of flaming leaves And just when I thought, it wouldn't ever leave me alone Winters arrived and brought along some tears In the sombre moonlit colder nights The pain would heightened and shine Like the last of the twinkling star Looking down upon the sleeping sea Spring returned but all without hopes The seasons switched and years gone by One after another, they passed me by.

The unworthiness, the unpredictability of life tears my heart. I'm losing a good friend. A lively, cheerful, beautiful person. I know she doesn't have much to survive. She has to fight a tough battle against death. And I'm torn into pieces, because I feel so helpless. Destiny is such a harsh reality. I wish life was more generous and merciful. I wish life could be as beautiful as I always have wanted it to be. July 10th, 2019

چند برس   چند برس گزرے ہیں جب کسی آہٹ کے منتظر لمحوں میں سانس بڑھنے لگتی تھی دل ہمکتا جاتا تھا سوچ کی زمینوں پر پھول کھلنے لگتے تھے بے قراری کے سب پل چین دینے لگتے تھے  آج تمہاری آہٹ پر سانس بڑھتی دیکھی تو یوں گماں ہوا جیسے بیقراری کے سب پل چین بن کر اترے ہیں کیا چند برس ہی گزرے ہیں؟    نازش امین

اک خلش کو  حاصل عمر رواں رہنے دیا  جان کر ہم نے انہیں نا  مہربان رہنے دیا  کتنی دیواروں کے ساے ہاتھ پھیلاتے رہے  عشق نے لیکن ہمیں بے خانماں رہنے دیا   آرزوے قرب بھی بخشی دلوں کو عشق نے  فاصلہ بھی  میرے ان کے درمیان رہنے دیا  اپنے اپنے حوصلے اپنی  طلب کی بات  ہے چن لیا ہم نے  تمھیں،سارا جہاں رہنے دیا  کون طرز جفاے آسمان کی داد دے  باغ سارا پھونک  ڈالا،آشیاں رہنے دیا  یہ بھی کیا جینے میں جینا ہے بغیر ان کے ادیب  شمع گل کر دی گئی باقی دھواں رہنے دیا  ادیب سہانپوری   

It isn’t a matter of Remembrance or forgetfulness It is something beyond these Temporary standings As time flies past, it Transforms all of us, we Do not realise until , we Glance through the windows Of, illuminating memories, Where a long lost feeling, still Flickers in the darkness of , Each passing night, Where some familiar rituals Still are devotedly followed, Where those intriguing eyes, Still look through the soul, Where your heart is capable of Missing a single pulse, on Seeing again a quite familiar face, No, it isn’t a matter of Remembrance or forgetfulness, It is something beyond.