By Nida Fatima
Am I subjected to a life of despair,
or perhaps to be a remnant of a one-sided affair?
The thousand little deaths my heart has died,
yearning for the saga of your late delights.
Your uncertainty and crumbs of affection
denied me a lovefest in life and resurrection.
My loveless plight and the empty page,
thoughts in ink igniting your muse and sage.
Profundity of a poem, my vow of eternal devotion,
emblem of our forbidden allure, ravaging frenzy of emotion.
Abysm of my thoughts and grand proclamation,
luxury of dull ache and your mundane affirmation.
A passionate abyss, testimonies of my soul,
untangle your thoughts, for love surges all control.
By Nida Fatima
‘tujhme na kami koi hai, bas tera ye din bura hai, waqt ki baatein hai, inhe bhul jaane do’ to everyone who's entangled in the web of love that's unrequited
Every one-sided lover ever
Nice work
Who but Mahmoud Darwish would know better?
You name it, from Jane Austen to Franz Kafka, all great writers turned unrequited love into literary gold.