The New You

Though I don’t know the new you

Yet , keeping my promise I will always love you

The old you is still etched into my heart

Nothing , no one , not even you can take away my love for you

It is enough , yes , it will always be enough to live with your memories

You have been abducted, my darling

By someone you can’t even name

Look ! Is not this strange that I welcome the new you

Then I proudly display my bleeding heart to show how much I can take from you

Now , you will keep seeing me at all the odd places

Around you and inside you

Close your eyes , I am in your heart

Look into the mirror , I am there too

I am in your coffee cup and on your empty canvas

You will write my name ,if you try to sign

I wish I could assure you, my darling that’s is fine

Poem by Ruqia Ismat

October 4, 2022

I Have A Mirror For You

The lake Saif Al Malook maybe bewitching for many

I have my own lake made of love inside my heart

Where only your beautiful reflections dwell

The moonlit nights charm the visitors of Saif Al Malook

But my lake has a brighter surface

For me lake Saif Al Malook is useless

Because inside my heart’s lake only your magic works

All those songs that you wrote with your breaths on my face

I see them floating all around me today

I have a mirror for you, my darling

And that mirror is gilded and wrought with my feelings

You tilt it in any direction , you will see only yourself

In this mirror, we are forever young ,my darling

I have a place for you, called my home

Once you enter it , nobody can take you away

All the wishful nights that we have not written

With our heartbeats yet , are waiting for us in that home

And , yes far in future I can see a girl belonging to another century

Writing our story, in a language not known to the world .

Poem by Ruqia Ismat

Sep, 29,2022.

Title ; No Goodbye

I promise that I would try to live without you , from today

It took me sometime to come to terms with your sudden departure

Please , I do promise

I know , you may not come very soon

And I promise that I would not cry again

I do listen to you darling ,

And I understand why this has happened to us

When my heart will fall into abyss next time

I will not have your shoulder to cry

Though I try to meditate each day , but what I hear is only your voice

Narrating our story of the time gone by

Nevertheless ,I already know about it

Perhaps , we will never make our future together

Perhaps ,that’s why I only hear the echoes from our past

And I promise to sleep alone without you

For I know you also sleep alone

I will eat our favorite food alone every day

And I know you will recall me, when you would do the same

Today I read your Valentine’s day poem for me

And I looked at that meditating portrait you painted of me ,years back

When the life will hit me hard again

I will find peace in looking at our old photographs

It will again work for me ,as it has always worked

I would never say goodbye , darling !

Because in my life there is only welcome to you .

Poem by ; Ruqia Ismat

Sun, Sep 11 , 2022.

The Night You Left Me

The night you left me, will be part of my whole being forever

The moment you turned your back on me

The moon went away to hide

The hour you stepped out of my home , I met my old self

The time you turned into total stranger saying ” I don’t know you anymore

I embraced the best friend in me

In a series of painful changes

I welcomed my metamorphosis

God came down to hug me’

when you broke the most sacred bond between us

The hour you declared me as nobody

And left me staggering on my heavy feet

I found my invincible heart and unwavering faith in myself

Poem; by Ruqia Ismat

Sunday , Aug 28, 2022

23,Souls ,They were

All of them silently slept and locked

Doors closed, and windows clogged

Though they reached out for communion

But forgotten and so left to oblivion

The world proclaimed them aliens

The valley and the hills stood quiet

The fate so gloomy , nothing could set it right

The snow white as shrouds , wrapped them up

How could they know , they would not wake up

The angel of death rose swiftly that night

He had to fetch 23 souls in that plight

The poor souls when this realm they fled

No one had a wound , no one even bled

The dying did not know, they were perishing

Mothers did not know, children were vanishing

Nobody heard even the hissing of the passing

23 martyrs ! the rising sun had to receive

Both living and dead refused to believe .

poem by Ruqia Ismat .

Note :

This poem I wrote in memory of an unfortunate incident that took 23 lives: men women and children were among them . This incident happened in a snow clad city Murree in pakistan early this month . 23 people died of carbon mono oxide in their locked cars.

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