…those promises. <br /> <br />Haven't I been hurt before, yet indulging tryst and trust, <br />days all lost in tears, through my eyes, that often burst. <br /> <br />Soaked! Meaningless lies, for perennial truths. <br />Floundered mazes, dusty ends in rotting youths. <br /> <br />Your promises adorn culverts of my dazed strife, <br />and tresses shine like the glint of a wonton knife. <br /> <br />Together we languish, yet, in haunted dreams. <br />Ricocheting, I know, hand in hand in silent screams. <br /> <br />Darkened haunted pitted streets, trampling teams. <br />Our weary toes dance to tunes and distant schemes. <br /> <br />From jagged tops, down to senseless desolate plains. <br />Tumbling cliffs now drown in brews and failed rains. <br /> <br />Oh would it haven, kept you, the kindled flame. <br />cloaked and stroked, you, that frees the wretch; his tortured name. <br /> <br />Prayers wishes desires and wants well in hearts yon sordid pains. <br />Unblessed, blemished haunted decades engulf in eternal stains. <br /> <br /> <br />original <br /> <br />(Islamabad) <br />(January 25,2010)<br /><br />saadat tahir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-haven-2501/
