The memories of my transparent love

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It’s about times when silence reads the chapter of your life
in a loud voice to everyone
it’s about times when sadness, guilt, emptiness and just
tick tick of the clock seem to fill each and every corner of your room
broken memories of failure that so very much are embedded
in all the walls of the room, and walls are what
what bound all of us
the half spoken words and half silence
leaves this case open to interpretation
if it was growing distance or romance
this confusion remains exactly the same, totally un-understandable
making me think that life could be different
if you had completed those incomplete words
that could may be give a meaning to my life
as I look at old belongings of yours through which shine
The memories of my transparent love
a forever disputed chapter of my life

It’s about times when the flowers you had start to fade
turning to brown and black
it’s about times when there’s no drop of rain
and only severe drought is what exists in your life
the incomplete letters and half spoken possibly romantic words
keep me wondering if you loved me or always wanted to walk away
this answer-less question remains exactly at the place where it once was
continuing to make me think that life could be different
if you had completed those incomplete words
that could may be give a meaning to my life
as I look upon old belongings of yours through which linger
The memories of my transparent love
a forever distorted corner of my life

Written by Muhammad Wasif Haq (2006)
Karachi, Pakistan
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