written by: Khurram Nizami
Had I kept my promises made to you,
I would have been happier lot today.
The words which were for pleasure,
Are haunting me now forever.
Skepticism is now my companion,
Loneliness befriends me often.
Soul searches the mate,
left behind somewhere down the memory lane.
Dream asks me the reason to appear
I ask them the reason to disappear.
One day dreams will come to my eyes,
Let’s see when that night happens in my life.
Journalist by choice, but poet by passion. Hailing from Lucknow, India, this is how Khurram Nizami can be defined. Writing since childhood but getting published since college days, feels poem starts by itself and ends by itself. His poems have appeared on different poetic websites, anthology as well as leading newspapers. He was the student editor of his college (EWING CHRISTIAN COLLEGE) magazine at that time affiliated to Allahabad University better known as East of Oxford.
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