Shahzia Batool (Pakistan)
My Scattered Thoughts X
You talked of storms
I mentioned calm;
You were the moth of twilight
I always burned myself to illumine;
You were sure of your darkness
I was confident of my light;
I kept on sowing my own seeds to fertilize
Without noticing that the crops I was working on
Would never yield fruit,
I could never believe the void attempts
on the barren land
that would ever render a rich harvest;
I thought I was made to win
But you were unwilling to accept defeat,
You never admitted, though I never denied
all violent passions and indigo dreams…
Rain has its mood-swings...
Let me make a plain for me
I was too modest to break hearts
You were too straight to perform that feat,
Your rudeness defeated my tenderness,
You always were successful in placing me on no man’s land;
We could never go together
Though I always thought
We are dyed in the same tones of bold shades;
One’s own self is not beyond reach of those
the exuberance of sunsets in their own language…
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