How ironic it is that we don’t coexist in the same dimensions,
This was written because nature had its own intentions.
You went one way chasing the lodestars,
I went the other way hiding my scars.
Knowing the fact that we were under the same moon,
Every moment was promising we’ll meet soon.
Not a glimpse of you I get now; even in my brain of endless sands,
Your presence I totally lost from my careless hands.
Memories; they haunt me and hunt me down,
Losing light like a falling star I still don’t frown.
You must be enjoying your trips all over the galaxies,
Leaving me behind to ponder over my fallacies.
Now I am left with nothing but intense stretching of ages,
Scrolling through the book of life for the earliest pages.
Now you are free to glide, it’s your life whatever gives you pride
I am still messed up with old routines; for now on I must stride.
How ironic it that is we don’t coexist in the same dimensions,
This was written because nature had its own intentions.
Baber Jamil
Roll# 196
First Year (Q47)
First Year (Q47)
