Trying to find

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I’m trying to find everything that I can’t find now
those promises, those feelings that somehow
look to me as just a bouquet of lies
trying to find those words of love
those benches and those tables
where we sat and read the fables
hardly do I know whether those moments exist
in your heart as well or they’re lost like smoke, like mist
the most painful scars are the ones that don’t leave any cicatrix
where do I find some peace for my heart that’s so restless
when I am defeated by the feeling of helplessness
when I can’t reach back to you
I’m trying to find
the time of joy
that converted to
a time of sorrow
leaving me living without any hope of tomorrow

Those empty winter streets and those lights
remind me of something unreal which I took for real
I’m looking for those waves of the sea
which used to come to these shores
now I’m unsure
when will these memories become blur
like smoke, like mist
the most painful scars are the ones that don’t leave any cicatrix
where do I find some solace for my heart that’s so restless
when I am defeated by the feeling of helplessness
when I can’t reach back to you
I’m trying to find
the time of joy
that converted to
a time of sorrow
leaving me living without any hope of tomorrow

Written by Muhammad Wasif Haq (2004)
Islamabad, Pakistan
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