Embers of my longing have been flamed again
The Lost trail remembers the way again
I’d met a fantasy somewhere on the way
A meeting so anxious and restless
A meeting so random and fearless
The clueless moments are conscious again
Left alone to my solitude
The more I tried the more I failed
And was swept away in the flows of depth
My shelter in the vortex were my scraps of pain
- Shakeel Badayuni
