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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