Our Sacred Paradise

Doubts don’t make you beautiful my darling , if you know

They only take away light from your eyes and color from your cheeks

We need lions’ hearts and wolves ‘ blood in our kind of love

I can fix your pale face and make your eyes sparkle again, for sure

Don’t you see how bright the moonlight shines on us

How can you forget the sun rises for both of us

At every sunset I can hear your ocean eyes whisper my name , my darling

Let the tides ebb away and let’s claim our paradise again

Our Sacred Paradise where , we would not let the devil tread between us

The devil has taken you far into a world of Oblivion

Where you don’t recognize yourself anymore

There is no another of you and there is no another of me

My destiny with you is as bright as my hope and trust in us

I have not broken the pen, since I wrote my oath with you , my darling

The ink is bright and wet even now ,like our shiny lips and moist eyes

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Poem by Ruqia Ismat

Tuesday , Sep, 20, 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.

When Your Bed Was Mine Too

I wonder at the time

When your bed was mine too

Today I can’t even relate to that feeling

Of possession

My heart is utterly numb

It was even exciting back then

Whether to have cotton covers

Or the silky ones

What colors looked best , masculine or

The faminine?

Do even colors have genders ?

Can’t agree on this now .

Perhaps , we were just children and an odd feeling surrounds me

Though I know exactly that we were not

When your bed was mine too !

What side to choose , even that

Was a question

Why was that even important ? does not occur to me now

When your bed was mine too !

Now I see two people talking about things

On that bed I can’t even relate

That bed has disappeared

Between the two of us ,forever

And we both are perfectly ok with that

Poem by Ruqia Ismat

August 20’2022

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