eyes

her eyes,
met his’,
and looked away,
but in that instant,
told stories untold,
that they had been thinking,
about him,
his routine, his work, his happenings,
and the soul searching he did,
her eyes,
met his’.
his eyes,
met her’s,
and nonchalantly,
looked away,
they held nothing that they once held,
care, nourishment, softness and love
for her,
neither recognition.
but indifference? yes!
his eyes,
met her’s.
their eyes met each others,
her’s; a demand to be understood.
his’; a portrayal of her betrayal.
each spoke of the time they once shared,
and cherished
until she had wavered,
and so their eyes… steered away

— Muhammad Arsalan

sing by me

after months of lying dormant, my debut poem:
this, this here, is a forlorn place,
a place of worries and anxieties,
of mistrust, loss and unkept space,
and deep nurtured sing by me.
this, this here is a careworn place,
a tarnishing image of ups and lows,
of sorrows, murder and hollow solace,
and cruelly sung, sing by me.
oft, when struck with a wanderlust, I
constellate about the places unknown,
of lands, of hills; of valleys and of thrills,
each a chorus of sing by me.
thou you lay tired, battered and bruised,
a bleeding embodiment unable to cruise,
i’ll care for you and dare for you,
every sentiment a melodious sing by me.
i’ll stay, i’ll believe; i’ll remain and i’ll bequeathe,
the love you deserve so undoubtedly,
of joys that i had, of memories that i shared,
my thoughts a barrage of sing by me.
stay strong dear place, as you have,
keep believing in your entity,
the tides will turn, the peace return,
and together we’ll sing this sing by me.

Muhammad Arsalan

severus003 I, would have understood

You should have told me,
Long lost ago,
It wouldn’t have mattered then,
It doesn’t matter now,
I,
Would have understood.
Clinquant as you seemed,
I had your under-skin deciphered,
Troublesome times;
And so I sought to extract,
What bothered and worried you,
Perennial pain,
infinite ache.
Secretive trips to the doctor,
Occasional visits to the hospital,
Frequent intake of medicine,
Routine absence of laughter,
I,
Would have understood.
Thousand years later,
You told me of your fears,
You laid me out your plans,
Elaborated your dears,
I,
Soon witnessed your tears.
Took you by surprise didn’t it,
The way I cared,
That humans too could understand,
Ever,
The way I repaired,
You, yourself, your soul.
Imminent doesn’t bother me,
Your state doesn’t either,
Graying hairs don’t matter,
Neither does your cancer,
For I too,
Am one, have one.
All along,
Would I, have understood.
(Muhammad Arsalan)