Prose Poetry

The Departed Chapter

I can't forget you, not because I don't have a strong memory, but because my heart only considers those who desire to live in it. The hymn of your gaze makes my heart dance swiftly. Your sight is like a river carrying me through the heavy tides. But... for I am a rowboat stranded in that river, rolled up in its nets, too elusive to escape.

Your memory always took a proper shape in my heart, a place vacant only for you, like a dye pouring into water making marble paper.

In front of you, my sight was neglected, like a terror of sparrows whose wings had been caught. But your eyes held a thunder that was ineffable for words to describe, yet they were too coy to burst.

The eccentricities were too much in your memories, yet they seemed flawless. How much I had lost from my eyes was all restored from yours. The eyes which until now had been the source of adoreness have become the source of fulfillment. Because for me, my heart beats in your eyes.

The reminiscence of your fragrance still refreshes me to this day. These memories shall hold me until my end. This departed chapter of her shall forever remain the soul of my lifeless body.

Also by Abdul Wasey Khan
Hasrat-E-Deedar — حسرت دیدار
His first piece in Aporia · English & Urdu poetry
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About the Author Abdul Wasey Khan Abbottabad Public School · Pakistan

Abdul Wasey Khan is a student at Abbottabad Public School in Pakistan. Raised on the melodic traditions of Urdu qawwali and ghazal, and shaped by the prose of Elif Shafak and the poetry of John Keats, he writes at the meeting point of Eastern devotion and Western literary form. His work in Aporia spans two pieces — the bilingual Hasrat-E-Deedar and this Sufi-inflected prose poem. Both are his first publications anywhere.

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