Love And Loss Poems Quotes

“Where?

Where have all those moments disappeared,
Where to has her smile escaped,
When was the last time when on her face a smile had appeared,
When was it that she in her flashing radiance was draped,

Nobody knows nothing,
Nobody seems to care about anything,
Until one day she was lost like that insignificant Something,
Until that fateful day when her beautiful smile was reduced to nothing,

Where was she lost, her smile and she with it,
Where did her tormentors mislead her to,
When she realised it, she was already drowning in it,
When her mind screamed frantically, “whereto!”

Her heart had forgotten to feel,
Her feelings were dealing with fears of escalating anxieties,
Everything appeared fake to her in the surroundings real,
She had sunk deep in the abyss of perplexities,

Where was the lover who loved her and kissed her so many times,
Where was the guardian who vowed to protect her,
When she faced exceptionable and unwelcoming times,
When every reason that made her smile was dying within her,

Maybe the lover was busy kissing her beauty,
Maybe it was the only wish he wanted to fulfill,
And it seems he accomplished it with a sense of unwavering duty,
And today her absence with false sympathy he tries to fill,

Where was the sympathy when she needed it the most,
Where was the lover who feels, when she was alive,
When he was supposed to be with her, he was somewhere else, thus her smile was lost,
When he began kissing the smileless face, he had already killed her when she was alive,

So do not tell me you loved her with your heart,
So, she suffered more when you did not realise she was suffering,
Then she decided to leave and finally depart,
Then she left you long after you had learned to kiss her in ways more voluptuous than loving!

Where is she now, remains to be a bafflement for the lover in you,
Where are those smiles that her mirror sometimes reflects,
When she escaped from the prison created by you,
When you completely avoided acknowledging her emotional facts,

She left you, as for the rest of us, she is everywhere,
She is here, she is everywhere we wish to see her,
And for you when she was physically with you, you never learned to seek her spirit anywhere,
And since then you began losing a part of her, until one day, when she was right in front of you, you could not recognise her!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“The Christmas Child by Stewart Stafford

O this world’s resplendent beauty,
Halting breath of sheer mortal me,
Words in my throat pause freely,
My eyes overflow involuntarily.

Salted joy’s bittersweet reign.
Sculptors can your looks ne’er feign,
The greatest reward gifted to me,
Wrenched away in coldest larceny.

Death shall hold no fear, I say,
With your sweet face to light my way,
At precipice edge, a smitten retinue,
My beloved, restored, so we continue.

© 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“کیا میں نے تو تیری تصویر کے ذریعہ مجھ سے بہت کچھ کہا ہے لاچی ، پھر تو سنتی کیوں نہیں ، کیا تو صرف اس میں اپنی شخصیت دیکھتی ہے اپنی صورت کا عکس، اپنے من کے خدو خال ، لیکن میری روح کا جمال مجھ سے کیوں پوشیدہ ہے۔ یہ میرے ترسے ہوئے برش کے رنگ انھوں نے تیری تصویر میں کتنی نادیدہ جسرتوں کے رنگ برنگے گلزا کھلا دیتے ہیں۔ اری تو کیسی لڑکی ہے ؟
میرے دل کا لہو بھی نہیں دیکھ سکتی ؟
اب میں تجھ سے کیا کہوں ؟
خوب چند خاموش نگاہوں سے لاچی کی تصویر کی طرف دیکھتا رہا اور کچھ نہ بولا. اس نے لاچی کے کسی سوال کا جواب نہ دیا۔
اس کے منہ سے ایک آہ تک نہ نکلی ۔ اس کی آنکھوں میں ایک آنسو تک نہ آیا ۔ بس وہ خاموشی سے مٹھیاں بھینچے ہختی سے ہونٹ بند کئے تصویر کے سامنے چپ چاپ کھڑا رہا. لاچی کیا ایک اس کے پاس آگئی ۔ اس نے خوب چند کے کندھے پر دھیرے سے اپنا ہاتھ رکھ دیا اور بہت سے مدھم اور سیٹی آواز میں بولی اگر میں گل سے پیار نہ کرتی تو تیری ہو جاتی سپری ٹان ! " خود چند یک بارگی چونگا۔ پھر اس کے ہاتھوں کی مٹھیاں تن گئیں ۔ اس کا سارا جسم طوفان میں لرزنے والے پتے کی طرح کا نیا اور کانپ کر ایکا ایک ساکت ہو گیا۔ گویا پتہ ڈال سے گھر گیا اور ہواؤں کے تھپیڑے کھاتا ہوا کہیں دور فضا میں کھو گیا ۔ موت کی وادیوں میں ہمیشہ کیلئے کھو گیا ۔”
― KRISHAN CHANDAR