Abandoned By Your Songs
In the passage of time, my love has grown old without you,
A fragile flower, aching for the touch of morning dew.
Once, our dreams interlaced, and we painted sunsets bold,
Casting vibrant hues across the sky, a tapestry to behold.
But now, those sunsets fade, their brilliance turned to gray,
Devoid of their true view, lost in shadows of yesterday.
The keys of my piano, once alive with melodies divine,
Now bear the weight of weariness, a touch that can’t align.
Their ivory surfaces struck, yet the enchanting tunes they bear
Are but whispers in the silence, echoes of a fervent prayer.
The melodies that danced upon its strings with grace and flair
Now lie silent, forlorn, robbed of their lyrical air.
Like ink slowly fading from the page, my poems lose their might,
Words once soaring with passion now drift, lacking their true light.
The colors that once painted emotions with vivid hue,
Pale and diminish, yearning for the inspiration that was you.
Their essence wanes, their impact diminished and undone,
As the guiding light of your inspiration remains undone.
Silence, my companion, sits beside me, constant and near,
A desolate presence, casting a chilling tone of fear.
Spaces we once shared are cloaked in a quiet despair,
Where your voice, a symphony, once filled the empty air.
Now they stand empty, haunted by the memories of past,
A reminder of love’s absence, a void that seems to last.
Abandoned by your songs, I dwell in solitude’s grip,
Confined within these walls, in a lonesome, mournful trip.
Life moves around me, a playful breeze, carefree and bold,
Carrying laughter that seems to mock the dreams I hold.
Their merriment amplifies the ache of unfulfilled desires,
Highlighting the void within, where longing never tires.
Yet, even in this darkness, a glimmer of hope remains,
A flicker of light that stirs, defying melancholy’s chains.
For love, though weathered and worn by time’s ceaseless flow,
Can find renewal and bloom like a flower’s resilient glow.
The symphony of life can regain its rhythm and song,
With melodies unwritten, and harmonies that belong.
With every word written and every step I take,
I reclaim fragments of my being, the essence I remake.
The flame within rekindles, igniting dreams anew,
Transcending sorrow’s confinements, embracing life’s debut.
For in the depths of my resilient soul, there lies a key,
Unlocking the beauty that still resides within me.
Copyright © Muhammad Nasrullah Khan | Year Posted 2023
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