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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464978" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>No Life Span For Love And Dreams</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We're aware<br>We're aware that between us there's <br>A haze of ignorance<br>Our steps but tread the path of our search<br>But can't see their goal<br>Much more exquisite and radiant<br>Than my poems is your inner self<br>And my eye-glasses are getting thicker every day<br>Do you know<br>Why poems and stories become wordless<br>Trying to poetise us? <br>They want to know our birth date<br>The place we were born<br>And our present age.<br>What do they know? <br>Dreams are neither born<br>Nor ever they die<br>No register enters their birth statistics</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I just don't know<br>At what point of time did you learn to take your first steps<br>Holding the dream's little finger<br>I indeed am that dream<br>Which no one has never seen<br>I had died verily the same day<br>When my father had kicked my mother on her stomach<br>But I continued to grow inside my grave<br>Grew so much that<br>My mother could see me without bending<br>Once I dropped my camera and broke it<br>While taking some body's picture<br>Only then I came to know<br>Why dreams become utterly black in daylight<br>Why it's important to have<br>a dark liquid to expose them<br>I didn't know that light can be seen only in darkness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We're indeed not what we seem to be<br>There's some one else in our place<br>Wearing our costume<br>Flowing water has no shape<br>Shapes are but in our eyes<br>And to see a dream<br>One doesn't need sleep - but eyes<br>From protozoan to a human being<br>The sleep of bilions of evolutionary years<br>Is but an interval for opening his eyes<br>Love is the intervening space between life and death<br>And we use the yardstick of one life span to measure it<br>And go through a mesquerade of living<br>But love has no life span<br>It prevails from an unknown beginning<br>To an unknown end<br>At whatever point in time we find it<br>We fix our separate limits<br>And then define it with names and relationships<br>Greater indeed is melancholy than our knowledge and experience<br>Let it expand<br>How could one express in words<br>All that colours, flowers and butterflies convey<br>There's no other better medium of communication<br>Than silence to talk to birds, plants and nice people<br>How do we know - we might simply be<br>Going through the awakening process<br>From a dream greater than ourselves<br>And someone - with his universal eye might be watching us<br>Do not disturb the soul of God<br>While it is dreaming.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poem by: Naseer Ahmed Nasir,1994.<br>Translated from the original Urdu into English by Satyapal Anand.<br>Copyrights (C) All rights reserved.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Naseer+Ahmed+Nasir">Naseer Ahmed Nasir</a><div class=q>
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We're aware that between us there's 
A haze of ignorance
Our steps but tread the path of our search
But can't see their goal
Much more exquisite and radiant
Than my poems is your inner self
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