If—
After a million years,
We meet
In the window of a fading evening,
I will hold the moment still…
Nisar Banbhan, a seasoned poet and writer, based in Karachi, the capital city of Sindh shares his poetry
Hailing from Village Mir Muhammad Banbhan, Taluka Mirwah, District Khapurpur and based in Karachi, the capital of Sindh, Nisar Banbhan is a seasoned professional with nearly 25 years of multifaceted experience, encompassing 3 years in journalism and over two decades of service in a public sector organization. His extensive expertise spans content creation, scriptwriting, screenwriting, lyrics, poetry, and storytelling across multiple languages, including Sindhi, Urdu, and English. Nisar has honed his skills in writing articles, columns, and short stories, contributing to various national and regional media outlets. Additionally, he brings a deep understanding of program development, educational advocacy, and strategic planning, having led initiatives that promote quality education and foster community empowerment. His passion for literature and education merges seamlessly, enabling him to craft impactful narratives that resonate with diverse audiences while driving meaningful change in society.
In the Window of a Fading Evening
In the Window of a Fading EveningIf—
After a million years,
We meet
In the window of a fading evening,
I will hold the moment still,
Press time’s pulse beneath my finger,
And let your gaze fall
Like first light upon closed eyes.
In the arch of your stretched-out eyes,
Letters will tremble—
Letters shaped from old, unfinished dreams,
Like a letter soaked in memory,
Read quietly by eyelashes alone.
By the edge of Karachi’s weary shore,
Beneath the shadow of a backward chariot,
If we meet again—
I will hold you close
Like a forgotten touch
Waking gently in my skin.
In the softness of transparent love,
Our breaths will melt into each other
Like two rain-drops
Joining at the edge of a tender leaf.
And if—
After a thousand years,
We find each other again
In the silent dusk
Of a desert in Thar,
Where even the winds speak low,
And time sleeps between grains of sand—
I will still recognize you
In an instant,
Like an old melody
Returning to a quiet instrument.
In your eyes,
The same old restless longing will shimmer—
Like the urge to hold hands for the first time,
Like a breath returning
After being lost too long.
I won’t remember the hurt,
The silences that bruised me,
The coldness with which you turned away.
I will only feel
That you still live
In the gentlest corner of my heart.
Every time I reached for you,
Through blood-soaked trials,
Perhaps you saw me as shameless,
Undeserving.
But I loved you like moonlight loves the night—
Quietly, entirely,
Touching everything
Without demanding to be seen.
You never knew
My loyalty to you
Was as pure
As the first bloom of a rose,
Untouched by the world’s breath.
Leaving behind
All maps and borders,
I searched for you
In every scent, every note, every silence.
I went even to the border of symphonies
Just to find you—
And the moment I did,
You slipped from my hands,
Like a silent prayer
Falling through the cracks of fate.
Still—
I believe,
Millions of years from now,
Under the hush of a tired evening sky,
We will meet again.
Your henna-stained palms
Will carry the fragrance
Of seasons long gone,
Your hands will still hold
A thousand unspoken things.
And on that day—
Our love will not be steel,
Unyielding and harsh—
But soft,
Like a petal blooming
Only in the warmth of another’s breath!
We will stand
Hand in hand,
In silence,
And bow before time itself—
Grateful
That this love,
Was our softest,
Truest reward.
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