Speaking of shoulder…
I looked up some of my poems and found my favourite. This means a lot to me because I wrote it about a special someone, and had meant it for my dearest, beloved father as well, rahimahullah. Reading it again now makes me realise it fits in many general circumstances too. Presenting my poetry pride…
If I looked over my shoulder
Would I find you staring at me
Watching, gazing, pondering
Awaking memories that sparkle in your eyes.
If I looked over my shoulder
Would I find you praying to the One
Seeking, begging a chance of return
To a moment where nothing failed us.
If I looked over my shoulder
Would I find you tripping, falling
As you chase illusions of me
Grasping nothing but foggy air.
If I looked over my shoulder
Would I find a smile upon your face
A grin so wide it hides all the hurt
But nothing’s concealed as your tears falter.
If I looked over my shoulder
Would I find you
Or would I find myself, alone, lost and trapped
In a future that refused to have existed.
- Om Ahe.