A poem from my son Haziq~!

Haziq is multi-talented, Mashaallah. He captures the most beautiful pictures, creates amazing videos, and I now discover, to my amazement, he writes poems too. I will be including five of his poems in my soon to be released book of poetry and Sajak. Below is one of them...He is now in his final year of an IB course.

 

The Old Man, The Worried Wife

by Haziq Ariffin on Sunday, 20 September 2009 at 23:07

He sat there,
So alone and trapped,
Even with her sitting opposite,
He just sat there,
Mouth shut,
Eyes blank.

She sat there,
Waiting and waiting,
Not knowing what went wrong,
With her man sitting opposite,
She sat there,
Waiting,
and waiting.

He was bearded with age,
Grey, wrinkled, wise,
He looked around often,
For interesting things,
That could spark conversation,
But nothing.

She was bothered with the silence,
Eyebrows curved with worry,
She only took her eyes off him,
To look at what his eyes were seeing,
But she couldn't understand,
Why he was so empty.

They both sat there,
In their own silent bubble
that a sonic boom can't intrude,
Gazing and slowly eating their food.

Was it a custom to dine out,
But be so inclusive to oneself?
Not sharing thoughts with,
The love of their lives.

Makes me wonder,
The strength of love,
Can it endure everything?
Or does it fade away like old photographs,
Which you look back on,
Reminiscing the good ole days,
Wishing to be back there.

It's the kind of love,
Never seen in movies,
Never sung in songs,
Never written in books,
Love can be so boring,
But yet so beautiful,
As it teaches others around,
Who care to witness it,
It inspires them,
And questions them,
Is this what you want,
when you grow up?

He sat there.
She waited.
I observed,
and was educated.

50 years together,
Bitter sweet concoction,
Love is forever,
But treat it with caution,
And be clever,
Strive for it,
Endeavour,
Or it's the end,
Forever.