The Lost Existence

The Lost Existence short poem

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Losing was my wont
so , I let go things .
The green garden embedded
with pink pearls , the petunias
that crawled from the pot to heaven .

I lost my childhood
the early summer of my life
the smell of the sudden baked bread
has faded with the melancholy of time .

I lost the pretty face
the pretty face of a boy
whose prettiness was just his age ,
the golden age of a carefree life.

I lost the happy face
the face that was very known to me
not the one with which I was born
with the forehead filled with cruelty .

I lost people
the people who were very close to me .
not because of any reason
but because of my atrocious destiny.

I lost the memories
that were very known to me ,
every bit was washed
by the laurel leaf of agony .

And now I am
in the autumnal phase of my life
I don’t cry for the white things
that I have lost in the
golden period of my transient life .

I rewrote my life
standing on the cage of doom
a sudden interacted agony
to kill my photographic happiness

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The best yoga of a day is reading a poem or a book .....A complete peace of mind and a refresher .... Things become easy when u have a complete mental peace .... Stop each and every work for 2 minutes , read a poem and i bet you will feel fresh all over again :)
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Nadeem Qazilbash

Strange, how one is alive and yet searching for his own life, an oxymoron, yet possible.

Nadeem Qazilbash

Oh. I am sorry for my interpretation being different from what you had intended.


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