What has been...

What has been asked in the house tonight
That the candles have all assembled infront of me,
Now what shall I preach
Besides the story of our love,
The things I told about you
And the ones I did not.
Ask my secret-keeper
Which of the promises were broken
Only when they were kept; but
Ask me not about the sorrows of the world,
The ones I hide in the deepest of my heart,
Enslaved by them, I'm made to write
The stories of my wounds, and of the scars
Which seem to have been scars from ever.

- Syed Rehan

Have you gone?

Have you gone
Away from my cuddles,
Beyond the reach of my arms, yet
I can find you
Within me and my world
Wearing a tough smile,
As if the complaints are never told,
There's a gap I cannot fill
Between silence and speech
That doesn't need to be told
Or expressed in tears or laughter, yet
I can explain, without
Speaking a word.
And I forget what shall I hold
Among all my losses, or
The soul I sold,
But don't fear O heart,
There are a thousand couplets untold.
Have you gone?
Or returned into my memories,
With the illusion of your presence,
The winter turns cold,
Come, that the verses of these songs
Cannot be retold,
That I sing until it breaks,
Or until I hold these drinks,
Until I am resold.