When I found you,
it was only a name; carved
on a dusted tombstone,
in a nature held silence, and
crafted patience.
I see you in shadows, My Martyr,
where the light doesn't reach;
mystically patient for those
who you left in these
secluded alleys of pain.
When I found you,
it was in my future where
my past was sacrificed,
for, you'll again return,
to the places you've ever cried.
Because I know that
this tombstone has concealed
a graveyard in itself,
that recognizes every passersby
as a grave digger.
When I found you,
it was in my poetry, that,
you suddenly came
like a couplet one night,
and then, percepitated in my eyes.
When I found you,
it was in my soul,
a little broken piece;
When I found you...
- Syed Rehan