The Pain
Just an insight into my pain and it is very well expressed by an Urdu Poet, Faiz Ahmed Faiz. The following is I believe a translation of his poem.
Do not ask me for the same intensity with which I loved you once ...
I turn, I turn again and again to the pain
You are still beautiful, so beautiful
but - the pain
Do not ask me for the same intensity with which I loved you once ...
I turn, I turn again and again to the pain
You are still beautiful, so beautiful
but - the pain
posted by rehanmalick | 10:19 AM
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We lead a life where irony is visible
With each contradiction, balance seems a bit more attainable
Within these walls, we strive for happiness
While misery lurks in the shadows of this fortress
Through still nights, our cries are of ecstasy
Feeding passions with such intensity
Bodies tremble with pleasure
As souls sore beyond mortal measures
In weakness, we are like so –
From differences, a subtle pain begins to grow
Fueled by hurtful words as rivers of tears flow
But in grief, hidden affection does show
And sparks of understanding manage to glow
We lead a life perfect in imperfection
Thankful to God for such divine selection
Thus, sorrow may lie beneath poetic beauty
As hearts may feel heavy, though they are empty
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