Friday, December 07, 2012
I am well-known among the fellows,
So am I quite famous now?
I can make the words look complex,
But can I make the complexities look simple?
I can imagine the impossibilities,
But can I create a world of my own?
I can charm the people around,
Incredible beauty is what they found
in words, in rhymes, and in every verse
I look at the papers, scattered around
and then, step slowly down –
Deep into the alley of my heart,
Where lies a solemn diary
Of my old rusted words
Where echoes of laughter can be heard
But no one laughs
Where the dead illusions are buried
But no one digs so hard
Where the intimacies ended once?
Where there now silence prevails
Where the shadows of past reign
Where there is no life at all
Where I am not so well-known.
Written By: Zunaira Afzal
Painting by: Roop Kaur