Wednesday, July 24, 2024

Two Poems by Sajid Soomro

In My Pocket 

In my pocket,
there's a 'helplessness'
that can only be bought 
with 'regret'... 
In my pocket, 
there's an old 'love' 
that's stapled 
and can't be claimed... 
In my pocket, 
there's a 'deadly disease'
that can't be diagnosed 
in any laboratory... 
In my pocket, 
there's a 'loneliness' 
that has spread its stench throughout my body... 
In my pocket,
there's a 'picture' with vibrant colors, but I'm colorblind... 
In my pocket, 
there's a 'tree' that's withered and filled with crows... 
In my pocket,
there's a 'hatred' that's thorny and gnawing at me from the inside... 
In my pocket,
there's a 'new curse'
that I got because
my love wasn't reciprocated... 
If I speak, it's painful...
If I listen, it's bitter...!

The Ink of Silence 

We gather 
our scattered pieces from the railway tracks,
and fate's bitter pills are sweetened by the
memories of love. 
We've tasted death and proclaimed our victory. 
We walk hand in hand with evening, 
exploring the garden of memories, 
but the paths of memory 
are not always easy to navigate. 
Our pockets are heavy with the weight of humiliation,
and we seek solace in the warmth of the sun.
We've experienced all the seasons of life, 
and the memories of love are now distant, 
like the colors of life that have faded.
Our touch remains sacred, 
and we've never truly connected with others; 
we're just sleepwalking through life. 
I'm writing with the ink of silence, 
and these words are not mine, but the whispers of the soul. 
The novel of life is full of crises and contradictions, 
and we're stuck in
the midst of it all.
In the end, what happened was that the shock 
of the night pierced
our hearts,
and the poem refused to end.

- Sajid Soomro
Hyderabad, Sindh, Pakistan 


Poet, Story Writer and Novelist Sajid Somro, was born on March 4, 1980, in Garhi Mori, district Khairpur Mirs, Sindh. His early education is completed in Garhi Mori and Sukkur. He is an MA in Sindhi Literature from the University of Sindh, Jamshoro.His published books are 'Campus Rolaiki' and 'Jamshoro (Memories), 'Bachri Aankh Ka Matam' (novel), 'Kahani Sans Leti Hai' (flash fiction)."

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