Monday, 9 August 2010

އާދޭސް

ގުޅަމާ ހިނގާށެ އަތު އެންމެން
އަލިވީތި މަގު އަދު އައު ފަހަކަށް

އަންދިރީން ނުކުމެ އަލި ސާހިލަކަށް
ހާޟިރު ވެވޭނެ މަގުފެނުމުން

ކުރަމާހެ ދޫ ތަރިތަކުގެ ވެރިން
ނެރެމާހެ ކުރިޔަށް އިޙްސާނުން

ދެއްވާށެ ފަލިތައް ބަބުރުންނަށް
ހިއްކާށެ ވަތްތައް މެދުނުކަނޑާ

އޮޅިކާށި ޖެހިފައިވާ ކަންވާރު
ފިލުވާ ލަމާހެ އެއްބަހުގައި

ކުރަމާ ހިނގާށެ އެންމެން ދަސް
ދުރުމީގެ މަންޒަރު ދެނެގަންނަން

ފެހި ރީތި ހުދު ހެދި ރަތް ރިޔަލަށް
ވައިލާ ދަމާހެ ފަސްނުބަލާ

Here You Remember!

When they were still in white and blue
When none of them knew each other
When something else became more special
There you stood, here you remember!



When the book became an excuse
When they were looking for an excuse
When they walked and listened to the man singing in the park
There you sat, here you remember!


When they were still friends with confines
When they were still along with no promises
When they used to break the curfew and to hide from the neighbors
There you stood, here you remember!

When there it started the journey
When it was followed by the dreams of misery
When there it shadowed fully, washing away everything
Here I stood, there you stood.
Wherever you are, you should remember!

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I call them neither songs nor poems. You may call it whatever you want. They are just words running through my mind.

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