POEM

O children come with me
I will tell you tale of my heart
Listen, One day standing alone near a railway track
I saw little water in an uneven way
Light was making herself up in a rippling mirror
In mean while,  pain threw a stone
T'fell in the pond of my heart
There happend a splash
A qeustion raised in my mind
Why am I a beloved and blessed one
From where this attraction comes
And settels in me
Who has painted my eyes
On a human canvas so beautifully
Who selects most beautiful colors
That a mother's smile  mixed in the tears
stolen from a prayer mat of a father's rooms
Just before dawn
How amazingly He composed
The melodias background of my life
In a childlike music of my daughter's toys
And in the long arrival bells of interpretation
And in the short sad music of the departure of a dream

Pain threw another stone bigger than the former
Water splashed and my eyes could not hold it
I saw, It was light still existing  water was reflecting it
The uneven way was now even

atif waqas
18-03-2012

village

village is far behind now

voices are still closed today

mother asks to be straight

female youth asks for once, though last

a sinking voice suggests me nothing

my teachers are speaking

here comes an unknown voice

it's mine or is it yours

or you speaks through me

saying; village is for villagers

cities are for citizens

country is for soldiers

streets are for newcomers

corners are for disappearing

old comers

windows are for the eyes

and doors for children

trees are for sparrows

sparrows are for crops

yards are for sunshine

sun is for wet clothes

both of the yards are

for gallery meets them

though here I am alone

alone there was I

I starred windows for years

eyes raise not their lid for me

no more child I am

no more I love the doors

sparrows feel not my heart

they know mere to chirp

order they know not

though village is far behind

voices are still close

Het verloop van een droom

Hoe kan ik voorkomen dat jij gouden weer draagt

Hoe kan ik gespiegelde kleding dragen

Voor al het verborgen onheil in weer dat jij draagt

Kan ten toon gespreid worden

Nu vind ik jou nergens

O mijn genezer wat verstoppertje speel jij

Kom voor een avond en sloop alle takken van mijn ego

Of zet het om in beekjes naar onpeilbare zee.

Ik weet, de donkere nacht met al zijn rust is aan het verdwijnen

Duisternis werpt zich voortdurend af en een kanaal van licht komt tevoorschijn

Ik weet, dromen van jeugd worden voortdurend opgenomen in jouw stille ogen

En mijn avond is nog steeds aan het slapen op jou w wimpers

Hoe kan ik jouw ogen aanraken

Wie kan een muur oprichten in het verloop van een droom?