Thursday 22 July 2010

I miss...

I miss the smile I used to smile when I used to be happy
I miss the hugs I used to give or get when they felt real
I miss the love that used to warm my heart with dreams and hopes
I miss the voice that soothed my aches and understood the pain I spoke of
I miss the hand that used to fill a void when it would hold mine
I miss the time when I used to be able to ...

... Express?
Not forever -
Suppress?
Some or another
Form of distress?

7 comments:

Ommara said...

Sometimes missing is best. It makes you realise what you dont have but then at that moment -we need to direct ourselves to the many blessing we do have -I constantly have to re-focus -as am sure many of us have too. Happiness is so much easier to find in what we do have -rather than what we dont xx

Hayaah said...

True that sweets...

Sadly despite knowing better, the heart still weakens down and pines...

In sha Allah to stronger days of imaan, faith and patience!

xxx

Shwetal said...

very well written- brought a flood of memories in the mind. I miss... I wish...

Ommara said...

I know and completely understand the pining and the missing. Some things ..wow if they had happened, or is a certain someone had stayed in the world ..or in my life...hehe so many questions and such longing ..it never ends does it.but am as guilty as most -in focusing on what I dont have rather than what I dont xxx

AldyWaldy said...

you know what Hayaah.. I believe everything happens for a reason.. yes we miss those who are out of our lives... But it all happens for a reason.. Maybe new skies await our blank horizon.. the canvas becomes empty..only for a new painting..one that is perhaps more beautiful.. Hope is the key here I guess.. Lovely lines.. I always have loved how you end your poems..

Saibal Barman said...

It invites long philosophical questioning if to consider missing to be a sense of knowing stimuli or just of having it...these remain philosophers job...not mine..
I love how elegantly it unfurls petals of emotion it this poetic composition...it holds its vigour intact...mission pointed..yet so gentle in its stride...
Great treasure indeed...never wish to miss it...
Regards,

Hayaah said...

Shwetal: Thanx!

O: This post for me was more about not being able to identify with a 'me' who feels like 'she used to be', and sometimes 'now' feels like 'someone else' who I find hard to understand... That make any sense? Oh well... x's

Minstrel: Hope indeed is the ultimate key! Thank you so much for appreciating! :)

Saibal Jee: Thank you SO very much!!!