Confessions of a Wanderer

In this darkness i am,

Alone and it's cold,

Even my Shadow is gone,

And there's no hand for me to hold...

The path is long,

With many ups and downs,

And i hide all sorrows,

Behind the mask of a clown...

The Sun is shining bright,

But all i see is the Dark,

It's not the absence of light,

But something happened to my heart...

No-one gives me love,

So i seek it in hate,

This is how life treats me,

I don't curse my fate!

Thick haze surrounds me,

That's why my vision isn't getting clearer,

I wish to be with those people,

Who are to me Dearer...

I will keep following my dreams,

Until i am done,

Because i read it somewhere,

"IF YOU WANT TO SHINE, FIRST YOU

NEED TO BURN LIKE A SUN!!!"

Bilal Lashari Copyrights © 2010

Hopes

Note: I had penned this poem keeping the current situation of my beloved Country(Pakistan) in my mind. Pakistan isn't a terrorist state but it is badly affected by it.


I hope this country becomes a model of peace,
Birds go home and we could Happily Sleep.

I hope that window opens and let the light comes in,
So that we go out from this darkness and wash away our sin.

I hope this Chaos turns into Serenity Slowly,
So that no more Head hangs lowly.

I hope no sorrow prevails in any beautiful eye,
So that everyone could recognize Happiness whether if its disguised.

I hope to see only pleasure and glory,
Neither War nor anything that's gory.

I hope unbelief get turned into faith,
and Satan get lost somewhere in haze.

I hope everyone struggle till die and fall,
Just like a tree in thunderstorm stands tall.

I hope poor and rich stand together,
Not only on judgment day but in this life forever...

After reading this you'll conclude that i'm on dopes,
But i'm just a person promulgating my HOPES......


Bilal Lashari Copyrights © 2010

These Walls

The Voice i hear in this silence,
Encourage me to break these walls,
Which have broken my fragile dreams,
Now I’m afraid that i might fall;

Illusions i see in my thoughts,
Remind me of days when with fate i fought,
Just like a warrior with a sword in hand,
Aims to win battle or die making enemy crawl;

Everyone so consumed in their masquerade,
No-one seems to hear my calls,
The Voice i hear in this silence tells,
Me to get up and Break these Walls………………

Bilal Lashari Copyrights © 2010