Monday, January 10, 2022

O! Look I am not any more .

O! LOOK I AM NOT ANY MORE.














Powerful  thoughts bestrew my soul 

O!    look I am not any more 

My convoluted heart also  play significant role

O!   Look I am not any more 

Millions  in one ,or may be 

One in millions Of  fires in my whole

 Yet I didn't found  any escape door

Probability that was so sure 

O!   Look I am not any more 



Sometime memories are not sweet 

Oh  not even a little bit sour 

But  strong bitter like a death of console 

O! It means  I am not any more

Hope is so neat as clear as your deeds 

Death of  hope is the death of spirit 

Then go and find yourself of  your 

O! Look  I  am  not any more.


 


Whenever I tried to unite the  agitation

To destroy  the dynasty of  distraction

To  meet  and join my pure soul again 

Ramshackle but powerful Thunderbolt

Thoughts  stopped me,  blocked me ,

Bait me ,  and trap  me   like a prison 

To Ambient tortured Empire of mind 

O!  Then  Look I am not any more .




Pernoctate with night's full moon ,

Rimple wind,  or with shinning stars 

In loneliness with complete silence 

In  affected mood , with strong desires

not  the door  I found for freedom from

the  tortured Empire of complex mind  

It not gives even a smallish equanimity

The security is too strict to escape

O!  It means  I am not any more.




My left , my right, my front,my back 

In South ,  in North ,in east ,in west ,

In my heart ,in my soul ,  in my mind 

The only Possessioner is fire, strong fire 

Burns heart deeply, tortures  the mind 

Agonise the soul , wounds  the self thousands  times   in a   second  

 O! Look I  am not any more .



Stay aside , live alone  in dark  darkness 

With weeping silence in affected sadness     

With gloomy mood ,in depressed rain 

Precious time becomes  more than useless

Loneliness  becomes more than happiness

Life becomes more than death 

Death becomes more than life 

Emotion Becomes strong than strongest 

Spirit Becomes  weak than weakest .

O! Look I am not any more.

 


                                      Written by :

                                                                  Bushra Aziz 



 

 


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