Here is a poem I wrote about the boy I love. It doesn't rhyme but it doesn't have to to be a poem. Send یا تبصرہ feedback.
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To me, Will is مزید than a name. This is what it means to me:
W is for the softest whisper in the sweetest breeze of spring.
I is for the icy chill that goes down my spine when آپ spare me a small glance my way.
L is for the look my penetrating eyes give آپ when آپ turn away from me; when I want most for آپ to stay close to me.
And L is for the unconditional and irrevocable and irrational love I feel for your soul.
Without you, my دل is silent. آپ arethe only one who has touched my دل and it will always be yours. آپ are my only love. I've left my دل with you; look over it closely. It's your only responsibilty. Protect it from all harm. آپ are the only one who who ever has and ever will touch my soul. And it too is yours.
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To me, Will is مزید than a name. This is what it means to me:
W is for the softest whisper in the sweetest breeze of spring.
I is for the icy chill that goes down my spine when آپ spare me a small glance my way.
L is for the look my penetrating eyes give آپ when آپ turn away from me; when I want most for آپ to stay close to me.
And L is for the unconditional and irrevocable and irrational love I feel for your soul.
Without you, my دل is silent. آپ arethe only one who has touched my دل and it will always be yours. آپ are my only love. I've left my دل with you; look over it closely. It's your only responsibilty. Protect it from all harm. آپ are the only one who who ever has and ever will touch my soul. And it too is yours.
I needed more, more! I threw the book across the dimly lit, wooden attic. The book hit a stack of old newspapers. I tore open yet another book. Nothing would give me my answers.
Why did I feel the need to care for Lucy? Why could I not get Alexander out of my head?
There were pages, and pages of the thought process, but nothing to explain what I felt! Why could no one manage to capture these feelings, and explain them?
A knock on the door interrupted me. “What?” I snapped.
“It is past midnight, Damien. Come to bed,” کہا Grey through the door.
“I’ll come when I want to. Now, go away!” Could she not understand I was confused, and angry? She possessed such naivety.
“Fine!” Grey yelled. I heard her storm down the steps. Then I heard her bedroom door slam. I let out a puff of air.
Then I threw another book against the wall. I kicked the whole stack of books, and watched as they toppled over. I threw myself onto the floor, and began crying.
Why did I feel the need to care for Lucy? Why could I not get Alexander out of my head?
There were pages, and pages of the thought process, but nothing to explain what I felt! Why could no one manage to capture these feelings, and explain them?
A knock on the door interrupted me. “What?” I snapped.
“It is past midnight, Damien. Come to bed,” کہا Grey through the door.
“I’ll come when I want to. Now, go away!” Could she not understand I was confused, and angry? She possessed such naivety.
“Fine!” Grey yelled. I heard her storm down the steps. Then I heard her bedroom door slam. I let out a puff of air.
Then I threw another book against the wall. I kicked the whole stack of books, and watched as they toppled over. I threw myself onto the floor, and began crying.
Memories,
Confusion,
So many thoughts,
The end is near,
The darkness coming,
Now its here,
The دکھائیں is over,
The lights are off,
We now say goodnight,
Goodbye,
As we begin 2 open the new chapter
It hurts at first,
Will the changes be extreme?
Please, just tell me,
This was only a dream,
I want to go back,
To relive this again,
This high point in life,
It can't end.
The stage lights dimmed,
The leaving spoke,
With happy faces on,
But tears in their eyes,
This دکھائیں is over,
Now go home.
Confusion,
So many thoughts,
The end is near,
The darkness coming,
Now its here,
The دکھائیں is over,
The lights are off,
We now say goodnight,
Goodbye,
As we begin 2 open the new chapter
It hurts at first,
Will the changes be extreme?
Please, just tell me,
This was only a dream,
I want to go back,
To relive this again,
This high point in life,
It can't end.
The stage lights dimmed,
The leaving spoke,
With happy faces on,
But tears in their eyes,
This دکھائیں is over,
Now go home.
