A LETTER TO GOD .

It  ain't the end ,

It can't be that soon , 

It ll have to be ' not this soon' 

for I have lot more to do .

Lot more , not wordly ,

lot more , not really ,

just a bit of this , 

and a bit of that .

This , sitting with the family for long ,

comforting my mother some more ,

listening to baba a bit ,

and loving my brother some more .

That , sitting with Allah a bit ,

oh no!

That would be a little more , 

a little more than This , the family part .

I did not yet apologise to him , 

for all the hearts I broke ,

or tears i caused ,

or pains i gave ,

or lives I paused .

Oh wait !

I paused my life , 

I did not play it right ,

I have been on the wrong song ,

for a lifetime , right? 

I was supposed to tune into Hymns ,

or praises of thee , My Lord ,

I m sorry I got caught ,

by that purely impure song.

I AM SORRY ,

Just give me some more time ,

I ll listen to the hymns ,

I ll memorise them ,

I promise ,

and then I ll say them out loud ,

I won't sing , I promise I,

l' ll just say them out loud .

Just some more time.

I did not yet talk to Him ,

talk to Him about how life was here ,

I loved it though , but i loved it too much ,

too much that it took my love for you away ,

I am sorry it did , but it didn't take yours .

No , it did not take yours , 

for you love me more than mama right ,

but seventy times more , 

yes you do you, promised me .

Mama would give me time ,

she would wait for me to correct 

all the wrong I have done,

You love me more than her ,

won't you give me time? .

I have a lot  more to say , 

but my eyes are blur ,

I am sorry I can't write more now ,

my eyes are more than blur.

They are ashamed of the things they saw me doing ,

they are scared for me,

for I disobeyed , 

all the things You said ,every bit of it ,

but I would make then right .

If only You give me a bit more time .

Please just give me a bit more time ..

-Shafaq Shahid

A cry .

It does not pain anymore if my scars get scratched ,

does not pain anymore ,

does not pain at all .

I do not cry when a loved one leaves to never come,

I do not cry anymore ,

I do not cry at all .

I do not search for the things i lost at the dusk anymore ,

I do not search for dawn ,

I do not wait for it at all .

I do not shout if they hit my bossom with the bullets of the world ,

I do not search for the life, 

I do not want it at all .

Why does not it pain anymore ?

why does it not feel anymore? .

We lost so many , and cried so much ,

we waited for so long , and hoped so much.

Why do not we hope anymore?

why do not we wait anymore ?

I don't !

Do you?

I bet you don't .

Don't you like it in the winter as u liked it in spring ?

I do .

Don't you like to keep hidden than to whine all your songs?

Do you still write songs?

I don't !

I wish you also don't .

They ll weaken you to bones 

and give you nothing but hopes ,

 that will never come to life 

and will never let you find ,

What you lost in the dusk .

Did you find it ? 

I bet you never looked for it , 

as you always looked for dawn ,

and someone took it 

while you celebrated the new songs.

I told you , don't celebrate songs . 

 

Life

l Far down the mountains , we have meadows .

Meadows of peace , down the mountains of grief. 

But you ll have to walk, a little far .

Far above the clouds , is the sky all blue .

The Sky happy blue , above the dark smoky clouds .

But you ll have to fly , a little high .

Far beneath the sea , are the lands buried.

beneath the sea of whines , are the lands of rhymes .

But you ll have to drown , a little deep .

Deep in that sleep , is a dream .

In a sleep of misert , a dream of smiles.

But you ll have to sleep a little longer .

Deep in that face , is a heart.

under a vile face , a lovely heart .

But you ll have to feel , a little tender . 

It ll be far ,

all good will be far ,

or deep,

or beneath,

or high above , 

Try a little more. 

So called humans .

Humans are never appeased , we are never content with what we have.

While some bawl for a gone ally, some bewail for a dead father. 

While some have no money for a gadget , some yearn for a slate.

ALLAH said that look for menias in this world and for majors in the hereafter .

Our comparison is to that clod who looses a thing in a cave and comes out in light to find it ; but won't act sane enough to take light into the den. We seem even blunt and I be even more obtuse.

I pity thy being 

That vandalizes ones felicity

But prays and PAYS for ones rupture