Some times I stopped, some times I walked..
Some times I sat after walking..
Such was how all of my life was spent
Such was how I coped with struggles of life
Sometimes in sleep, sometimes wide awake
Where ever found you, saw you
Neither eyes came across, neither tongue moved
You passed with tilted head
Some times with gaze and sometimes with hair
Some times with your beauty
Somethings that I loved in my book,
All my verses were scattered
At one point we were one
Now we are afar.
More beautiful you became, while away.
I was scattered…
Sometimes in heaven, sometimes on earth
Sometimes at her doorstep, some times stray in the streets
Pain of love, I thank you
What things I had to go through…
— Parveen Shakir