Inclines Poem by Aabid Masroor

Inclines- how much yet have I, to qualify long
Can I, but how to make, towards the inconstancy wrong
Though I smile and live sincerely their, I have gone,
From your memories and heart, I do not belong

Would that I have died before this life
Or tell the same what man hopes, where arrogance is rife
Heart slaughtered there with careless knife
This syndrome inside is full of strife

How I wish you would come back again tomorrow
In spring to bring sound to my heart that beats slow
Ahh- my winter nights grow longer with griefs and sorrow
when days I recall, we spent together tears will flow

I go from spring to autumn because of loving you
From white angel to black beast, to create me new
I go from thinking to not thinking you through
From beautiful stations to the only place I knew

Shadows, O my love -You played with eyes sharp wild
Games and tricks in your mind, like played with a child
That describe distances, with changes warm and mild
Gone from your memories, from deep eyes that smiled