Cruel Winter

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The story to reveal is too long
the destruction caused by the violent tide has although gone
leaving a lock of silence on my lips
there are so many things about which I wish
I could shout, I could cry out loud
yet the fear of society mutes my voice
no one gets broken by the choice
who has the time to hear my words in this noise
being so non-existent, even less than the children toys
it’s just another way of hurting someone that you’ve found
and I’m bound to get hurt, down on the ground
in your clothes, my memories, my love, my heart lives
in the leaves of the tree around your home, my secrets reside
oh cruel winter why doth thou come this time before time?

Trees, clouds, winds, sky and God only knew of the depth of our love
am falling down as helplessly as a the broken feather of a white dove
would you not come even today to hold me in your palm
to give me that warm love that always stayed around
Lord! It looks as if I’m burning like wood in the fire
extending my hand to reach out to you; a foolish desire
looks as if I’m drowning in a sea
losing everything and everyone around
drowning deeper and deeper
life and it’s mysteries only growing steeper and steeper
at many instants I thought it’s the end
I tried, I cried, shouted for help
yet my voice was always masked by the sound of sea waves
oh no one ever knew that deep inside the sea
in your pictures, my memories, my love, my heart lives
in your handwriting over my pages, my emotions and stories reside
oh cruel winter why doth thou come this time before time?

Written by Muhammad Wasif Haq (2003)
Islamabad, Pakistan
The page is a part of Cool Bluez