Love Lost

The love is lost

As if it were destined to

Render me empty

one day and

leave for the mountains

and the

Far off deserts

where I would never

find it.

 

When I am by the

Shores of Jhelum[1] or

Amidst the crowd of

Lal-Chowk[2] ,

I can't see my longing

Taking shapes.

I no more look for you amidst

The thousand faces

I meet,

Or in the

forlorn streets of the places

where you could

possibly be.

Someone has

twisted my heart

And my chest

feels empty.

My lungs suck air

but breathe out the

sighs

resurrected out of the

Dark graves

I had buried them in.

My words fail me

every day.

I feel the weight of the

dark sky,

pushing me in the ground

as if it were made of

loose sand.

The meteors

burn the sky and the

shooting stars

never grant my wish.

The universe has indeed

conspired against us.

Our roads

never meet.

Even God has turned

against me.

I would have fled far off—

To the

unknown mountains of

darkness.

I would have left your longing

here—

Buried under these

tar roads.

But I carry the

sea-sand with me

and my shivering hands

always carve out your

Perfect image.

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A peom from The Said and The Unsaid: An Anthology of Poems by Aiman Peer

[1] One of the major rivers of Kashmir valley.

[2] One of the market places in Srinagar, Kashmir.