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Pain and Tears
by Farooq Rizwan Alvi
My world is crumbling today.
My sorrow is at it's peak.
Will someone wave a magic wand and help me make peace?
Will someone hear my desperate cries...
Of pain and tears and piercing knives?
This throbbing seems to burst veins in my head...
Oh, what is happening to me?
Why am I not dead?
I feel my torment and my heart aches.
There is no solution to this problem.
My life this will take.
My breath is labored...
Every movement an effort.
My mind is dead, my eyes sore with tears.
I grapple with myself, try to bring myself to my senses
To no avail. Oh, to no avail!
This Pain, Hot searing pain, it surges, it stabs
with daggers drawn and blades that slash.
I run wildly, grooping in the darkness of my heart.
Blinded I am with Love, Unrequited Love.
One fine day shall surely come when I am free of your Love,
this cursed Love,
The Love I have for you, that you will never know of.
The tears I cried, those stained pillows my witnesses.
Every look you give me takes my breath away.
From afar I breathe in your fragrance each day.
You are my cross that I have to bear
with weary shoulders, hurt and despair.
That moment I curse when I fell for you.
Now each moment takes me away from you.
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