Poems by Sumbul Nasim
Night and the stone eyes
The two companions
Very loyal companions to each other.
The stone eyes accompany the journey of the longer than century night
This purgatory of a night
This hell of a night.
Often the cricket mourns my insomnia.
Does she also suffer from it?
Is she also injured somewhere?
As in, her heart?
The stone eyes see the daily vicious cycle of night turning into dawn
The birds waking up
Like the most disciplined species
Full of positivity, optimism, chirping.
The stone eyes hear it all.
Do the birds also get their hearts broken?
Do they also suffer from insomnia?
Or, is it the curse of human beings only?
The stony night is flooded with the snigger of the past.
Time—the saint, the monk
Saw it all coming.
The past always knows the future,
Time always knows.
Our separation is connected by the morning prayer
As we both hear it
Thanks to the insomnia.
Our gift to each other
After something called love.
The souvenir of our love.
Lying on the stony bed and pillow
Making our whole body ache.
We keep trying to be normal once again
To pick up the shreds of failed love
And walk ahead
But the feet bleed.
Should love not be victorious always
And never fail
Because it’s love, after all?
But then there are some people like us!