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