A year's tale unfolds, leaving its trace.
In the Gallery of Desires, memories dwell,
Lost in time, a silent farewell.
Heart hosts a party, memories in glee,
Phone diary whispers, who's calling me?
Bells echo with associated chimes,
Now, within my heart, their melody climbs.
Cute names etched in creeping lines,
Eyes widen, and distance defines.
Dhyana's steps reflect pondering thought,
Torches of pain, in shadows, are caught.
On the scene of life's accident, stark,
Chalk lines drawn on traces, blood-marked.
Last December day, like each one before,
Diary queries: What news, forevermore?
Lightless pages, secrets untold,
Names severed, paths left cold.
Broken from the past, dust at our feet,
Storms subsided, a silence sweet.
Every month, a thought takes flight,
One day it has to be like this, in the fading light.
Colors lost, homes embrace,
Diary whispers, friends must face.
In eye sockets, a desert may spread,
Unmarked pages, where names have bled.
As the year concludes, a silent adieu,
From December's end, reflections anew.
Imran Nazeer
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