Dead ends

چھوڑ دئے ہیں تکنے وہ راستے
جن کے ہر مور پر بانڈ دروازے ملے

The yearning for wanting something is slowly leaving, 
Turning away from these dead end corners,

Peering back at me,
There is a calling from somewhere far away to stay, 
But these ears have deafened to unfamiliar sounds, 
Lips moving but my voice lost, 
Salty air around stinging my eyes,
The ugly aftertaste of my bitter life, 
Let me find the way back from here, 
To a place where the wind blows, 
To a ground I can rest my head gently, 
Dreams spilling freely out of me, 
Searching high and low with nowhere to go, 
The currents of this river pulling me, 
Where I come face to face with my destiny, 
Just another accept-embrace-flow, 
Aren't there any other options, 
Than these soft tired sighs?
Made for beckoning me to live this life. 

Point out the signs,

Read my future out loud, 

Tell me when everything is finally over, 

There is serenity,  

And some sort of happiness for me. 

Where do we go from here?

Its been years since our departure,

But not a single day has gone by without you,

My love for you would have engulfed the oceans,

Yet still thirst for more,

My body still burns with the grief of your absence, 

Let it end now my head keeps screaming,

But the tears don't stop falling,

Language seems jumbled up,

Words meaningless ever since you've gone away,

I miss you never seems to fill this gaping hole I have left inside,

What does it matter now?

You chose the path to our destiny where we would walk parallel lives,

Never intersecting again,

Me bearing the scars of your battles,

Let me hold onto your fading face in a sea full of strangers,

To the only comfort that someone once held my body,

and knew every bit of my soul,

We all want a life well lived, they tell me.

But all I ever wanted was you.

Lifting my head to the sky begging for a miracle,

Just this once,

Just this once.

But life takes and it takes and it takes, 

With no intention of giving back,

So what if I let it take what's left of me too?

There is no one around to pick the pieces anyways,

We all carry losses, 

I heard, that the time stands still 

when the body is shocked,

But all I ever did was kept being dragged along the fabric of existence,

No way of getting off,

Hands pushing me forward,

I still want to be here where we were,

Alone this time,

Knowing there is nothing left in the rubble, 

But tell me where do I go from here?

When the only home I had is gone,

A little bird without the wings to fly,

So let me stay here, 

Until this, too, is taken away and gone.