Posts Tagged ‘romance’

Dear Departing Love

 

Dearest departing traveller don’t forget me. By God don’t go for too long, parting for but a moment is hard. I feel anguish when you blink and we are no longer meeting eyes, so with this departure, how can you imagine I am to survive.

There is chaos and sadness today, my beloved has left, leaving me bereft. There cannot be any joy. With every second I pray for your return, kindred, you do not know how my heart yearns. Don’t think I didn’t ask, the world and the universe, to make you stay, you didn’t heed what they had to say.

I know it was not a choice, and one day, together, we will rejoice. Just know until I see you again, I will not turn my gaze from the horizon, as I watch you walking away. As you do my heart will sob, my tears are a testament to that.

Dear Departed if you could but see, what your departure has done to me.

Yours Truly

Zishaan ‘ZuZu’ Shafi

Your Heart As My Pen

 

 I wish your heart

could be my pen

I’d place it to the pad

and let it begin

 

Watch as it wrote

streams of words

to me.

As it did

I would wait patiently

 

For the end result

I look on.

As the ink streams

from the nib

to the sheet

 

Curls and dots

loops and marks

A fantastical construction

to express our thoughts

 

 

YOUR thoughts.

YOUR feelings,

this time

not mine

 

Those I know

only too well

It’s how you’re feeling

that I cant tell

 

So let me use your heart

as my pen

And as it would

draw to an end

The Pandora’s box

Would be opened

 

I would finally get to see

what it is

you feel for me

 

Feel or don’t.

Either way

I have to know.

So I can lay

my poor heart to rest

 

Only you can grant

this wish to me

I need to know

how you feel, honestly.

 

 

Yours Truly,

Zishaan ‘ZuZu’ Shafi

 

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Good Things Come To An End?

(Wrote this just now, in about six minutes, inspired by a random conversation over MSN with a friend. So forgive any mistakes! )

Why do all good things
come to an end
but my tears don’t
want to stop from falling

why does heartache
just go on and on
and happiness
disappear like a lost friend

why do shadows
always follow the light
constantly threatening
to pass by
and just take over

why is there nowhere to go
when your feeling so low
doubled up with hardship
cant sail out of it

why is it so hard
to travel through harsh land
oasis seem so far
lush greens give over
to deserts
so arid and lifeless

it isn’t fair
that i must
walk along lonely roads
where no one else wants to go

why must i be unhappy
is there no one else like me
why cant my misery
have a little company

why cant i just have something
my own, not to be shared with
just mine solely
to energise my soul, see
i really need some laughter
to crease my face
not frowns or anger
dominating the skyline
of my facial timeline

i just need u baby
lying real close to me
dispelling all the darkness
making me trust us
giving me fortitude
to believe my solitude
is finally over
and your here to stay forever

is that naive
am i being foolish
to even wish it
can it even be possible
is infinity
a myth we weave
is it just a fallacy

regardless i chose to believe
and I’ll keep believing
till i stop breathing

I’ll always have hope that
good things can last longer
then just a moment
with u, life has become golden.

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Yours Truly

Zishaan ”ZuZu” Shafi

Sweetest Murder

Posted: March 14, 2011 in Poetry
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Sweetest Murder

Most oft then not,
it’s the bitter tasting pill
which heals us best.

Sweet flavoured remedies,
are rarely more than just
a good tasting lie.

Yet I preferred your falsities,
becausethey were kind to me.
The truth was not what I craved
it was obsolete.

For I was on a honey high,
smoothest semantics,
baby you were the richest caramel.

Your moves, so slick,
I consumed your sugar by the brick.
And in my fructose frenzy
I played the fool,
unable to think clearly
for I was consumed.

My mind was saturated
by mocha madness I took in shots.
You delivered them
and I didnt hold back

It was the softest of asphyxiations,
I didn’t even realise,
the level of intake
that were your lies.

I was overdosing,
dying a slow death.
Baby it was the sweetest murder
that you dealt.

The kindest of villains,
the best looking of foes,
an admirable adversary
your talent, it shows.

For you could present
the most withered of roses
in such a way,
bright with colour
and show no sighs of decay.

You could sell the impossible
as if it were the simplest of things,
tell the greatest of lies
and not even blink.

But without doubt
your greatest trick
was to kill a person
without them realising it.

And the murder is gentle.
its the sweetest of things.
But just because it tastes good
doesnt mean its doing goodness within.

For that syrup your drinking.
is eating you inside
why would it not?
Its a sweet tasting lie.

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Yours Truly

Zishaan ”ZuZu” Shafi

P.S This is as POSITIVE as I get. 🙂