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The days go by
without a single excitement of happiness
of the feeling of success of a day well spent
writing on the chapter of life without words
going on and on but without a page to turn.
and as the memories of past collide with the present
the colors fade and fade but never fade to black
of complete darkness as in dying.

and each day spent does not count as what left
the life increases more and adds up to what's been dwelt.
no eye recognizes this face that has lived from always
the sky does not shadow it the ground does not hold it
happiness saw it but mocked at the sorrow and sadness
and gone by was the wind without even waving it.

the hurt heart pounds and beats and throbs itself
the fantasies does not even promise a good dream to cherish
no match lightens up the candle of hope as if its there
the destiny lies ahead so vivid and so clear
alone shall it be broken shall it be wasted shall it be
always.

refusing to stop and heal the wounds it has inflicted
going on and on knowing of its immortality for in perpetuity
laughing at the widespread flat laid body on a floor careless
the dreams dreamt are now too distorted to be fulfilled
the love felt is now proving much too painful
going on and on as if maybe someday this road will halt
and give the tired mortal being something to think about.

as it reveals a new something each time something is aquainted
the first revelation being the ascertaining with the factual faces of friends
then the cost of trying to break free from what blessed with
then the attempt to bargain the life with death
then to think of any possibility that might suit the head
know it that the going days reveals the consequences of all
time is not a friend.

weakening at once any strength that kills the slumber
the hands shakes and shudder the feet quiver and shiver
the voice that once rumbled now mumble the forlorn tale of its master
the death sits and hear and claps and asks for more
on it goes on it goes the story entertains its only listener
beauty of life is but the thorn of a rose

And the days go by...

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As by now, all would have known that, 'The Ache Of Being' is a collection of poems written by Farhan Noor.

The Book is divided into four sections, namely :

  Part 1 : ALLAH
  ... I Am Alpha And Omega.

  Part 2 : DEATH
  ... another expression of interest in life.

  Part 3 : HARDLY EVER!
  ... but now I know it.

          and lastly...

  Part 4 : BLADE ON THE FEATHER
  ... more frightened than hurt.