October 17th, 2007
When I pass from this world
it will be like the flower that withers away.
Dry are its leaves and lifeless its stem
the sky's tears do not revive it.
When I pass from this world
it will be like the winter snowflake.
Its life was in falling and its death upon landing
beautiful and intricate, it melted away.
When I pass from this world
it will be like the autumn leaves.
Countless petals of all colors, all falling down
yet the cycle continues.
When I pass from this world
it will be like the melting of an ancient glacier.
Many eons did it take to reach its peak
only to fade away and become one with the sea.
When I pass from this world
it will be like the orange sunset on a cold spring sky.
Its warm smile deceives the earth's chilly climate
will it ever return to smile upon us again?
When I pass from this world
it will be like the flowing river.
Violently raging throughout its journey
only to find peace and calm when reaching the sea.
When I pass from this world
it will be like the erupting volcano.
Pent up feelings explode in a moment of vulnerability.
Its warm tears scorch the face that released them.
When I pass from this world
it will be like the ballad of the insects upon dusk.
Each different, yet all singing in unison
eulogizing throughout the night.
When I pass from this world,
in my final hour, it will surely be difficult.
Without you by my side,
there is only remorse in looking back.
it will be like the flower that withers away.
Dry are its leaves and lifeless its stem
the sky's tears do not revive it.
When I pass from this world
it will be like the winter snowflake.
Its life was in falling and its death upon landing
beautiful and intricate, it melted away.
When I pass from this world
it will be like the autumn leaves.
Countless petals of all colors, all falling down
yet the cycle continues.
When I pass from this world
it will be like the melting of an ancient glacier.
Many eons did it take to reach its peak
only to fade away and become one with the sea.
When I pass from this world
it will be like the orange sunset on a cold spring sky.
Its warm smile deceives the earth's chilly climate
will it ever return to smile upon us again?
When I pass from this world
it will be like the flowing river.
Violently raging throughout its journey
only to find peace and calm when reaching the sea.
When I pass from this world
it will be like the erupting volcano.
Pent up feelings explode in a moment of vulnerability.
Its warm tears scorch the face that released them.
When I pass from this world
it will be like the ballad of the insects upon dusk.
Each different, yet all singing in unison
eulogizing throughout the night.
When I pass from this world,
in my final hour, it will surely be difficult.
Without you by my side,
there is only remorse in looking back.
6 comments:
Allah pak ap ko lumbi zindagi de. Our sari zindagi kushiyon se bharde... Ameen. Ap ko khuda ki nazaron meh our bhi uhtahde... Ameen .... apki ankhon meh kabi ansoon nah aye ......
ameen. you inspired me to paint another picture ...
it will be like the orange sunset on a cold spring sky
AMEEN! Thank you yaar. Plz share the painting someday, would love to see it! :)
ap fikar na karen........... inshallah bohat jald apki ankhon ke samne woh tasveer hogi
kya howa mr.
is wale peh jawab nahi dena tha....
jawab. there..happy? lol.
bohat!!!
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