Words

Over colorless scars on my heart
A million stories find a subtle home
Voiceless are its words, priceless its essence
Selfless are my stories, with pain so immense

I tried writing a lot 'bout my pain
Barely words drizzle, rarely they rain
Each incomplete poem, all abandoned drafts
Teach me how to love, scribbling beyond craft

All devices poured together,
Never made a single verse
Along premises of signing birds
I wrote poems most diverse

Nature is my only teacher
An only guide of fair nature
Colourful maybe it's caricature
Magic still its silent feature

Yellow and green, those flowers unseen
Dangling lilacs, dancing roses
Fallin' mangoes, a taste proposes
Scented smell of soaked soil
Takes away heart's turmoil

Just an evening with my friends
In our trembling treehouse
Where everyone happily pretends
To be a cat, or become a mouse

We chase each other, in and out
Let's laugh, live and lovingly shout
Nobody knew our whereabouts
Lovely was life then, no doubt

I miss my childhood love, my seesaw
In the park, about to dark, evening on rise
White uniform now brown, I lay down
Stars are my silent dreams, my mind in skies

Closer to its garden, was a lost library
Tagore on its walls, Gandhi in its gallery
Words have their magic of own,
I read upon a stationary stone
I found words scribbled there, it's a prayer
"Words never die, so ever alive is a writer
No matter how dark is time
Words turn my soul brighter"

I couldn't select a book right then
Never saw so many books once
I left this choice to my hands, eyes closed
I picked a book, it felt smaller in my hands
Soon I opened eyes, at Gulzar my eyes land
Listening to songs was love,
Now living in them was life.

It was a normal day, but now's a special date
I heard a poem travelling through air
Layer by layer, in ears poem disappears
That voice still resonates in me,
He was Kumar Vishwas, on the TV set
His words, his voice, his poem, just perfect

With love for his poems, I torn a page out
Pen glided over my emotional glaciers
Verses melted out of them, my first poem
Flowed on paper like a drop of water
I discovered an unknown world within me
Upon the paper I become truly free
Soaring in my endless universe
World is just a rhyme, my life just a verse

Stories were not my cup of tea, 'till I see
How stories stay with me,
Like a fish in deep sea
Fiction truly comes back, to reality everyday
"For you a thousand times over" when a writer does say
Khalid Hosseni, a name needless to speak 'bout
A master who taught me, how to life are words brought

Humpty Dumpty and Twinkling stars
You remind me of friends, I had lost
They were so precious, I want them back
But friends, Friendship's not free of cost

It's too late already
My masters will now visit me
Let me close the doors, open windows
A new book in my hands, I'm ready to dive in
Reading is my first love, nothing can replace a novel
Well, It's better unsaid, there are still a million tales to tell

Knocking doors to my heart,
Words travelled a long path
Let them become a part of me
Let me dive in deepest sea
Let me live with purest glee

Where my imagination finds help
Is the best place to loose myself.

//Books are best place to loose myself//


Zaid Khan


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