Nawaz Nizar

Dear Nawaz Nizar you embraced the silence and your loss tips over to deep your eight months old daughter Assiya gazes around why her father is not returning home, Dear... when? from where? that I don't know sure, I have got a bit of soft spot for you wisdom of your words as the stars dappled stream flows reflecting their beauty ever, wilted with failing dreams looking at your passing steps my inner self hankers after you, you haven't seen the light in your life but you have shone the light for many, how might be my picture in your canvas you depicted still I don't know dear, your humorous words and performance on TV channels still I keep in my heart, A brook is flowing still gleaming the starry night though you are laid to rest in the grave at Sram Masjid, caresses listens to the ethereal muse of stars that spread their wings over the silent night, dew drop in the eyes of death smiles in love I feel, the flower petals efface your footprints with the thinning out fragrance that covers them, I feel dear the sun goes down the orange colour water blazing the unwavering surface it goes down silent unundulated in an unending canvas a drop of time sketches your smiling innocent face for the generations to come, could we never meet dear again in this unending universe? anywhere? anytime? when could we get back the past days again? as I am your friend, anywhere? anytime? we our life our little little dreams.