Decade plus 4 years,
Celebration anniversary, Of
The encouraging solicitation,
For a surreptitious rendezvous.
Returned to the Backyard,
Full of zeal, enthusiasm,
And Hope, Resting upon
Thy commitments, pledges, guarantees.
The temperature continues to be 7’diploma,C,
The breeze is biting chilly,
A handful doing rounds on the monitor,
And the way intruding they have been, then…
The Christmas lights now dimmed,
The rising darkness within the park,
A prospect of thrilling hope, it was
Then, and as we speak, it isn’t inviting!
As a substitute of cries of celebrations
There’s clamour, confusion, chaos,
Sounds of wailing, echoing, reverberations,
A confluence of Love and Betrayal.
Ready for thee, sat on the identical bench,
In a flash, you seem, with flowing, scarfs,
Lengthy, unfold over thee,
In enchanting turquoise color.
Whereas striding in the direction of the bench,
Thy picture disappears, is it hallucination,
Nay, it was thee, and solely thee,
Thy magnificence cans’t be replicated.
The wait was stifling,
stirred by inaction,
Walked in the direction of the Bush, the thicket,
You had chosen to snuggle behind…
To hug, embrace, caress
The Bush giggled,
No, not right here, as we speak, it yelled,
Thy love , an epitome of deceit .
None will come right here now,
Time has moved on, its sickle
Ruthless, Emotionally devoid,
Has struck thy chords of Love.
The Bush mentioned go away,
Simpleton, idiot, plonker,
Nitwit, dunce, dope,
Undergo now, for Religion in Belief.
Capability to discern, lay in tatters,
The face , an image of puzzle.
Pacing up, down , the park,
Discovered no sight of Love.
Slumped upon the bench
By thy favorite one,
Close to the serpentine lake,
Watersmeet, now a mirage.
What was that contact? Who is that this?
Smiling, neck bent ahead, staring,
Was Love, stuffed with happiness,
Clasped they remained, until….
The fullness of the Moon,
Dulled by her presence,
Hid Intermittently behind clouds,
Darkish, gray and splintered.
Is that this actual or a falsity of perception?
Are the clouds of Hope? Or despair,
Wandering aimlessly, stealing
Glances, extra for possibilities…
Eyes transfixed upon beauteous face,
Misplaced have been all senses, time, area, frozen
Was the bond of affection, affection, care
Our moist palms struggled to conjoin.
The state of ecstasy, of hope,
She jumped to squat on the grass,
Fealty was laid on the toes, by planting,
Fervently, all Love drawn , from ardour.
The agony of actuality struck,
A thunderclap of laughter,
Broke the errie silence,
Fooled, stood the pristine soul.
Sitting again upon the bench,
Her presence surrounded,
When did you come?
And, the place did I’m going? Was the quiz.
You have been misplaced, you have been comfortable,
Residing not right here, however someplace,
She pulled the mane,
Claiming, by no means left thee…!
Once more, the vows, the pledges
Of timeless love, union, reverberations
Misplaced within the tunnel of time. Assured,
My soul went into deep sleep.
A morning chicken, tickled my shoulder,
The Sunrays blinding my sight,
Regarded for her, in desperation,
Fled, she had gentle years again….
If Spring was this close to,
How might Autumn be far,
Flinching was that contact,
Dying was that sentiment.
Taking the exit, strolling pensive,
Her presence dancing round me,
The fingers Clutching the toes,
Her eyes craving for continuation…
Of, Deception, Deciet, Duplicity,
Shrugging the grasp of enticement,
Broke the fetters of misleading love,
And walked out of , The Backyard of Autumn..
To nowhere….
Sirajuddin Aziz
Karachi
