set me alight,
burn me out till the smoke is extinguished,
how many days will it take to die out?
joyous am I to have inked my hands on scripture,
have it bleed into my soul,
withering and weeping from the sacred word,
do I make you quiver?
Lord I have forsaken you,
come take me to the depths of your bounties,
If I am worthy, If I have earnt the honour to see you,
come lift me,
an old prayer of mine never answered,
now the candle light remains ignited,
I cannot place words on paper to come close to feeling,
to describe such an obscure emotion,
even paintbrush has stopped inking canvas,
cannot fasten the zipper of emotion anymore,
I feel quartered in a different way,
I find myself functioning,
yet tears do not stop this lagoon of hurt,
find myself swimming for more,
Where did she go?
the reason I lived now fled from throne,
she left me with her gold, not in material but mohabbatt
I long for her in a different way,
sweet rose,
bloody life of mine come capture the sun,
the moon has stopped shining,
now only burning embers are stinging me,
the way my mother used to burn me…
*mohabbat = love