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Fears And Tears

Apr 29, 2023
2 min read

By Syed Sajjad Qadri


Within the dark maze of wailing clouds

Where my feathers flutter

in the clutter of disoriented thoughts

You are lost in the haze hiding my moon

And I see you melting down in drops

Under the shrouds of tragic croon

You relegate yourself to loneliness

Pretending peace within your cocoon

But this silent calm is the veiled storm

Meant to rip you to bits and harm

Shed this obduracy

Preposterously ravaging

What we have built without a guilt

These drops, these rains, these storms

Can’t wash the swarms of living scars

On my moon hidden where you are lost

Deep in the haze and maze of wailing clouds

And you live like a slipping drop of dew

Falling silently from grace

On the face of drooping flowers

Where you pretend to charm the gardens

In the scattered rays of morning sun

While I wait for your return




And you hate being reminded the days

Of sun, moon, stars and rain

Making us insane together in awe

Tricking like molten drops of love

But everything changed in such a haste

My chaste passion consigned to a waste

You heartlessly cracked skies to pieces

Demolished alone the huge empire

Of respect, love and care

I tried to hide it under my armpits

You chopped my arms in anger fits

They crashed on the floor like clay pots

The rains washed them crimson red

With blood drops from wailing clouds

And dew drops from lorn eyes

We fell apart with cracks in clouds

Looking two but in thousand pieces

Lost in drizzles, sizzles and tears

From pairs to lonely wrecks

We travelled from skies to seas

Rivers to vapours and died alone

With our own fears and tears!



By Syed Sajjad Qadri




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