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Never Ending Dreams

Didn’t know what pain was,
Didn’t know what suffering was,
Didn’t know how a heart cries,
I came to know after I met you.

Didn’t know how much it means to love someone,
Didn’t know how it is to loose someone,
Didn’t know what it feels to have passion,
I came to know after I met you.

Didn’t know how it is to have someone,

Who looks after you in your worst times,

Didn’t know how it is to be with someone,

Who makes you feel happy and alive,

I came to know after I met you.

I didn’t know a thousand things,
I came to know after meeting you,
I didn’t feel a thousand feelings,
I came to feel after meeting you.

I was a naive person, didn’t bother much about life,
I was a simple person, didn’t chase the passions of the world,
I lived in my own little world, far from reality,
After meeting you, I changed.

I chased what the world chases, I chased money and status,

I bothered much about life, and I lived in reality,

You woke me up from my dreams, and made me live in this world,

I want to go back to sleep again and keep dreaming.

Now, I don’t know, whether I’ll be feeling those feelings again,
I don’t know, if I’ll be loving someone as much as I loved you, again,
I want to go back to my sleep,
In my little Dreamland,
And see a thousand dreams about you,
I want to feel those feelings,
Love you again, and live with you,
Never open my eyes and keep sleeping.

© Ashraf Shaikh

Forget You

Dark sky, filled with constellations,
Dark room with nothing but a gloomy light in a corner,
Dark desk and here I sit looking outside,
Thinking of you.

Disguised but my ways of loving,
Frustrated by the lonely nights,
Troubled by my own soul,
I pick up my pen, close my eyes,
And paint you in my poetry.

I might forget you,
You might forget me,
We might never meet,
But, I’ve painted you in my poetry, I’ll keep coming back to you.

My body has forgotten how it feels to hold someone,
I’ve forgotten what it is to love someone,
When I paint you in my poetry,
Something churns inside me, and I loose myself.

I’ve never talked to you,
But I’ve spoken a thousand words to you,
Never touched you,
But fantasized thousands things about you.

What is this agony you’ve put me into,

This frail reality of love,

This frail identity of addiction,

This cruel pain of infatuation you won’t understand,

After all, what is this, but one sided love.

Where I keep dreaming,
Where I keep painting you in my poetry,
Where I keep spending my time with you in my imagination,
And you stay out in your world, forgetting that I even existed.

My name after months might sound strange to you,
My face after weeks might be not recognizable to you,
You might’ve forgotten me,
But how can I forget you?

© Ashraf Shaikh

Find You

How many things left untold?
How many desires left unspoken?
How many feelings left untouched?
How many days will go like this?

Lying beneath the constellation of stars,
Counting all but none,
I count my scars that became blessings,
Out of those scars one was you.

Lying beneath the dark sky,

Under the blanket of the moon,

I count my wounds that became a memory,

Out of those wounds one was you.

Sleeping under the lap of dreams,
Dreaming thousand dreams that left shattered into tiny pieces,
I count dreams that left me broken,
Out of those dreams one was you.

Still, I need you the most,
Want to hold on to you,
Want to never let you go.

No matter how many pieces you break me apart,

No matter how much wounds, scars you give me,

I’ll always want you.

No wound is as beautiful as you,
No scar is as beautiful as you,
No dream is as nocturnal as you,
You are that one, who stay afar but never come into my life.

You’re faraway from my dreams even realities,
I’m faraway from my own fate,
I’m waiting for you to arrive in the platform of my life,
While I keep checking every train that arrives.

How can I find you?

Which train are you in?

The train of sorrows?

The train of dreams?

The train of passions?

The train of nothingness?

© Ashraf Shaikh

One In A Million

One in a million,
I am standing here in your rebellion,
Now, I just want you with me.

One is a million,
You’re for me in complete ecstasy,
I, just want you with me.

One in a million,
All stars in the sky pray to the same moon,
While I stand here praying you,
you’re my moon,
I pray you with all others, by the lonely noon.

The blood of loneliness wobbles up pain,
The shard of pain throttles the wound,
The wound grows in my heart again,
when I loose you.

All nights gone by,
Staring at the lonely moon,
All days went past,
Dreaming to be with you.

All life gone through my hands,
Like sand letting out of close fist,
No matter how hard I try to hold you,
You dribble out of the spaces of my life.

I don’t want to loose you,
I’m obsessed,
Rather depressed,
I want you to get Impressed.

I want you, only you,
Cause you’re One in a million,
Out of all the people I’ve fallen,
I only want you,
Cause you’re One in a million.
© Ashraf Shaikh

Why Is That

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Why is that the greatest of songs has the saddest of stories behind them,
Why is that the greatest of people have heartbreak left behind in their life,
Why is that the dreamy symphonies have some broken dreams behind it,
Why is love always like that, breaks away people inch by inch and makes them strangers.

Why are you one of my inspirations yet harmful for me,
Why are you one of my passions but still I can’t get you,
Why are you one of my emotions but I never feel you,

Maybe I’m scared, to cause scars of love,

Wounds of burning passion,

And scratches of heartbreak on my body.

Maybe I’m scared of loving you with all my heart
just to break it apart,
in short span of time.

Maybe I’m scared of falling for someone like you,
Fragile, nimble and delicate,
If I break you somewhere, it’ll break me the most,
Maybe that’s why I’m scared of loving you.

Why is that, the greatest of love stories have shortest of love but longest of pain,
Why is that the more I think about you, the longer I yearn to have you,
The heavier my passion grows,
And there comes out a poetry of love,
Why is that?
© Ashraf Shaikh

Come True

I’ve written down things in my diary to say to you,
I’ve bleed all the way with my pen on paper to tell you,
That all I want in this life is you,
That love might be a lie, poison or lethal injection as people say,
but I want this lie, this poison, this lethal injection to hit me the hardest.

I’ve imagined things we’ll do together when I’m with you,
I’ve gone through the Labyrinths of my head just to spend a minute with you,
I’ve reached a place where I loose myself and start seeking you,
I’ve become a person who doesn’t recognize himself but only you.

You are the sweetest curse,
You’re the bitterness of love and sweetness of hate,
You’re the joy of loss and pain of happiness,
Free me from your trap, or fall in love with me, make all my dreams come true.

Look how hard you’ve injected yourself inside me,
Look how thorough you’ve made your way in my life,
I breathe you, I think about, I always keep thinking about you,
Stop trapping me, make me free or fall in love with me, make all my dreams come true.

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I Want To

I want to kiss your scars,
Make love to your wounds,
I want to hold you in my arms,
Make every piece of you mine.

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I want to make you laugh,
Make you smile,
Take every pain you have,
Shove it aside from you.

I want to hold your hand,
Keep holding it forever,
I want to peck your worries,
Make sure you don’t quiver.

I want to hold you in my arms,

Put my head in your lap of heaven,

I want to die in you,

I want to stay in you.

Your beauty ignites sparks in me,
Your elegance bursts off my soul,
I keep getting ignited and burned,
Burning inside you, Igniting for you.

The dream I see everyday still haunts me,
Where you and I are holding hands, kissing and embracing each other,
Then I open my eyes and don’t find you with me,
I close my eyes and see that dream again and I want to keep dreaming.

© Ashraf Shaikh

Infatuation

It’s rather fast than slow,
It’s rather hard than easy,
It’s rather painful than anything,
Your walking into my like, was little like of these things.

In an instant, I lost myself,
In an instant, I got drained,
In an instant, you looked at me,
In an instant, I dreamt my whole life with you.

I saw myself with you in my head,
I didn’t see anything else,
I wanted everything with you in my life,
But, I just saw you for the first time.

I wanted to kiss those lips,
Run my fingers through those hair,
Hug you, hold you in my arms,
Hold hands, sit together and spend time talking.

Stupid but true, this was the situation,
Stupid but true, more was the frustration,
Stupid but true, it was my summation,
But, true, it was, was my Infatuation.
© Ashraf Shaikh

Drown

I don’t know how to swim,
I don’t know how to wave my body when it’s drowning,
When I saw you for the first time, I got drowned in your ocean eyes,
I drowned in you.

I want to keep drowning, I want to die here,
I don’t want to come out of you, I want to reside here,
I want to be inside you, feeling every pain, wound you have been through,
I want to be inside you, feeling you fully, smelling you and loving you.

I don’t want to come out, I want to keep drowning deeply,
I don’t want to live, I want to die in you, forever,
I want to sleep in your lap of death, drown my body in your soul,
I want to keep dying and living for you everyday.

You’re what I want all my life,

Take food, take money, take whatever the world wants,

What I want, is to live for you,

Die for you, reside inside you.

Name You

In Slow deep puffs I take you,

The deeper I breathe the deeper you go into me,

In slow deep gulps I take you,

The deeper I take the heavier you go into me.

You’re that weed that mixes into my soul,
You’re that drink that mixes into my soul,
In deep strokes I paint you on my canvas,
In slow strokes of my pen, I write you in my poetry.

You’re a poem that stabs right through me,
You’re a painting that withers me down into pieces,
In slow, very slow motion you walked into my life,
In slow, very steadily you broke me into tiny little pieces.

You’re that art which inspires yet at the same time breaks me,

You’re that song, which is beautifully written but painful for the heart to hear,

You’re that weed that takes into me slowly,

Makes me go insane every time I see you.

You’re but just a person,
Whose little presence makes a great difference,
What should I name you?
A weed I never puffed, or the drink I never drank?

What should I name you, unknown?
A person I never had?
Or a person who never was?

You’re that one who was there but wasn’t,
You’re that one who burned me but didn’t,
You’re that one who killed my soul but didn’t,
You’re that one who broke me into pieces but didn’t.

Tell me, unknown,
What should I name you?
The heart broker,
The soul killer?
The weed, the drink,

Tell me, unknown,
What should I name you?
Cause, I want to write you in a book.
© Ashraf Shaikh