Young Writers Society

Entry 26:Ehte's NaPo Journal.

Breaking Down



There’s no example to it in this world.
I experienced the sorrow of losing
even when I found what I was persuading.

When her face melted in my thoughts
it took the shape of everything
that I had ever craved for in my life.

Something strange happened
when I was trying to forget her.
I felt ashamed that I did not
wait for hers side of the talk.
And then it was too late when
I tried to return in her life.

She was having fun in the
world her all new fantasies.
As fragile as a cloud hovering over earth.
I lost her, while testing her love for me.

Life seemed as an ocean of alcohol.
Drenching myself into it.
To replace my own foolishness
by the divine power of addiction.

A branch was bent by the
winds and the wind spoke to it
There is no difference in
being bent and in breaking down.

Entry 27:Ehte's NaPo Journal.

Don't Love Me



If you love me then
you won’t gain anything.
You’ll be shattered by the
storms of my worst condition.

I’m the resident of the town of pain.
It’s me who has survived in these conditions.
Why should I dream of things which would
make me feel ashamed in the future?
And if I will be ashamed then you
would also have to bear the shame.

Why should someone else be
distressed because of me?
My world is isolated so, let it be.
Let this journey of life be easy
for you, even if it isn’t for me.
If you make me your partner then you
shall repent for the rest of your life.

I’m not the end of the world;
there are a lot of people to
come who are crazy about you.
The whole world will rise to
the echo of the anthem of love.
Why do you think that you
won’t be able to forget me?

Entry 28:Ehte's NaPo Journal.

Thirst



I've been in this condition
right from the beginning people
have been angry on me. You were
never unfaithful, but you stayed
beside me like a traitor.
There was no oil in the lamp,
then why did I always blame the wind?
Poetry, music, chess and debate.
They were the ones to console me
after you left. People have a thirst
for love and look at me; I’m thirsty
even after drinking it.

Entry 29:Ehte's NaPo Journal.

Unanswered Questions



Just tell this to me, my life.
How did partners in the path
of life turn out to become strangers?
How did the flowers wither?
How was the moon extinguished
of it beautiful cool flame?
Where is the warmth which was
in my arms, under my sight till yesterday?
Neither is there the style nor the voice
which separated you from others.
Where has the softness gone?
Just tell this to me, my life.
Neither you were unfaithful nor me,
then why did the feelings have to
go into an endless sleep? I love you
and you love me, then how did
these distances get in our way?
Just tell this to me, my life.

Entry 30:Ehte's NaPo Journal.

Bitterness



It’s a sense satisfaction to know that,
I’m not the only one to be destroyed
in love. Everyone is stranger to each other
and they say that they know their partners
more than themselves. They forgive each
other and forget all that happened between
them but I say they remember each and
everything that happened. Giving everyone,
the medicine of faith and trust. All are
masters in their acts. The word of the
ruler has arrived. All that are free shall
be held captive. Take no more than
four words to tell what you want to because
no one has enough time to listen to you.
How can there be no bitterness in my words?
I can remember everything that I have gone through.