Dear
Love,
I am writing this to you from the slant of the desolated
Jhelum shipping the restless water. Beneath the infinite sky of motionless
clouds. Where our trysts had flourished into daisies. Where our kisses would vaporize
and return back to us through rain. I know not the scene you are watching but
here it is same as it was on our last meeting. Yes it is same like – these
golden rays dancing on the maple leaves, these clouds floating across the
firmament, this passing breeze departs its chilliness on my face, these birds
singing chorus of love and lullabies to their offspring’s – and the only
strange thing is your absence whispering around.
I am ill at easy at heart my life is all dark and lonesome.
I know not whether I should write this to you and send you the poignant prayers
and make you cry or should I else seek the hidden treasure in the memories you
left enfolded inside me and perish myself into oblivion. Then there is a happy
fisherman sailing his boat and singing in ecstasy – should I lend some euphoria
from him and leave him displeased? Then there comes a silent dusk when moon
come into sight to shine upon the earth – should I lend some light from the
moon and make her glum?
The world is knitting the poetry of love and your nonappearance
is adding plaintive notes of music to my life – when it took the pleasure of
morning away and brought the fractured sleep into the twilight of my eyes. You
gave yourself to me in love and after the process of half decade the ugly death
became the error. Now every sunrise when I look upon the world I felt myself a
stranger with no name and no family – thrown to the odd waves and to repulsive
fate. I know neither the beauty of nature nor of life. Only the songs you sang
to me took up the tunes and make my heart to dance, my eyes to shine and deck
my face with smiles.
My dearest love, I miss you my darling, as I always do,
but today I visited your favorite place and the waves of Jhelum sang the
beautiful song to me and the song is that of you and me together. Here
everything around me is making me miss you. Dear Love I am lost without you, I
am soulless framework of bones, a vagrant without a home. I have all the things
and I have nothing at all. This, my darling, is my life without you. I know not
when death that departed us will blend us anew. And I know like I loved you I
shall death as well.
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