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