Two poems for me

2009 
I met a girl with short straight hairs,
Standing lonely & calmly,
I asked her why r u looking so serious,
Why r u depressed & looking suppressed,
She looked at the sky,
Like waiting for someone & something
She said by taking a deep sigh,
I have some ambition & vision,
To soar the sky, to reach high,
To listen the soul, to determine my goal,
To touch the stars, that shines too far,
To visualize tomorrow, by forgetting my sorrow,
To follow a path, to track my soul,
To desire something, that makes me whole,
I ask little, but I dream for more,
A place, a world to which I lived for,
I am a dust, with no storm,
I am a flood, with no roar,
I beg my Allah, to give what I want,
Right path, real world & to get what I can’t.

2011
I found a traveler two years ago
Who has got an arrow but not bow?
Who was unaware, which way to go?
If you asked her something, she said, “I don’t know”
But don’t know how, she got the way
Walking alone, she was never astray
Whenever she wanted to choose anything
Everything was like in her tray
One day she decided to find a new way
After several months, she found her day
Holding someone’s hand, why she still afraid?
But she thought she had found her way
In reality she was still far away
She hadn’t got habit to look back again
She shows as she has got no pain
Why loving sometimes seems all in vain 
Why she want to cry in the rain
Now I saw some light in her
I keep asking, it might not be her
But I fear this light may not vanish again
The journey of light (noor) may not perish again
Oh Allah, I pray she may find in her
A candle who wants to burn again