Muhammad Umair

She has come back
In the moment of uncertainty,
Almost given me a mental crack;
And I've started testing my loyalty.
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I am bleeding and falling apart
But no one is paying attention.
I am getting vulnerable and fragile;
Everyone seems to be hostile.
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Let us go on a journey of love,
Tread upon valleys, hills and fields,
Under the mountains and above,
Through the long, thick trees.
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As I walk into this room,
An inevitable feeling of retrospect 
Befalls me. I behold all 
That has never been there. You—
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I behold the sky, and it's empty;
The stars were there and that too plenty.
Shining and dancing were they together;
Promised as if they'd be around forever.
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A tree stood alone in the corner;
All the storms made it only stronger.
Seasons came and passed,
But the tree did last.
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There was something strange
About that last meeting.
Everyone knew they'd change,
Yet the songs of eternity did they sing.
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Minutes, hours, days, weeks,
Months and years go on,
Loneliness, holding my hand,
Treads with me and never
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This is to ascertain

that I am getting rid
of the echoes of your
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Is the clock ticking forward or
Backwards! Every day,
I meet, greet and treat
People caressingly. Next day—they
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What a pseudo-world this is
Where discipline means
Detention, without attention;
Where schooling means
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All the walks,
All the talks,
Hand in hand,
How we explored land after land.
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As I sit down to put down
words on the paper, some
restraints always jump
on me. I begin my poem,
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I wake up and it is still night;
my phone silently says: No texts, calls
or mail from you. No shaft of light
enters through the door;
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How I sit
ruefully alone today,
and contemplate people
who vanish after saying,
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All I descry is a projection,
Bleamed from a great distance,
Like a shining star in the dark night;
As it appears close,
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When a son is an infant,
father will put him on
his shoulders, put him high
in the sky, and let the cool breeze
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I grinned at life with perpetual joy,
Although I was a simple, small boy.

The rooms echoed with laughter
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Once in a while,
To leave a message,
Asking how I have been.
I will not crow out loud how very, very
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In the haste of the sinking life,
in the hustle and bustle of a robot-like life,
an invitation knocked at my door, and I,
I—abruptly—felt a feeling long forsaken—
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