Lost.

Stuck in vortex, a void.
Seems like a channel
Where nothingness runs.
I am not fond of these,
But a scornful dirge it is,
Inexplicable in words.
.

I know the hearts have elixir,
Though Have voids in the carapace.

.

Lost in flim flam and tricks,
Lost in calumny affairs.
burnt and charred
Like incense stick burnt at whim.
Lost in roulette game of life.

.

In this ominous night,
I see darkness, no light.
Except the moon and stars.
But covered with ghoulish grey.
I explicate and my hands
Raised toward heavens and pray.
Whislt I see many hands;
Ardor and gay.
Distracting my gaze.

Will appreciate if you come up with the suitable title for this.

Pic – self.

Published by AQUIB

the unsung poet..

17 thoughts on “Lost.

  1. I wanted to be the first to read it. You should have scheduled it to early morning instead of late night. Now see, I am coming in the class so late. But professor, how! How! How do you write so well, mashallah. May Allah bless you with a lot more afflatus.

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