Down the memory lanes, on which <br />you've strolled since ages past <br />They will end if you walk farther a step or two <br />Where exits the turn towards the wilderness of forgetfulness <br />beyond which, there isn't any Me, nor any You <br />My eyes hold their breath, for any moment you <br />may turn back, move ahead, or at least turn to look back <br /> <br />Although my sight knows that the wish is just a farce <br />For if ever it were to run across your eyes again <br />right there will spring forth another pathway <br />Like always, where ever we run into, there will begin <br />another journey of your lock's shadow, your embrace's tremor <br /> <br />The other wish is also in error, for my heart knows <br />There is no turn here, no wilderness, no mountain-range <br />beyond whose horizon, my perpetual sun-of-your-Love can set <br />May you continue walking these pathways, its better this way <br />If you don't even turn to look back, it is okay<br /><br />Faiz Ahmed Faiz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/some-lover-to-some-beloved/
