This indifference within me, I say,
where have I lost you. Sometimes
I regret being me; or
is that a way to forget you?
I belong to the alleys I grew in,
that's what I always thought,
But, tonight, I changed my ways;
Changed, to forget you.

Wanderers...

And where do you stand
in these rains? This is life -
in the bondage of fate, tonight
you'll only find ink stains
on my paper; stuck to the walls,
silencing my words into its blank lines.
But wanderers don't go home,
else be a journey you can't travel,
in nothingness; learning - understanding,
just to look at the sky and smile.
Tonight, you can find a lost world
in your solitude; if you want,
where you deserve to be, when
you're undeserving her, and
that's where wanderers reach
that are destined to be left undefined.
You cannot stand these winds,
yet you stand for the longest,
and the rains, tonight, brought along
the aesthetic memories, friend
this night is longest, like
a cold and silent winter,
so is your poetry; withdrawing
its meaning from you.

- Syed Rehan

Wanderers...

And where do you stand
in these rains? This is life -
in the bondage of fate, tonight
you'll only find ink stains
on my paper; stuck to the walls,
silencing my words into its blank lines.
But wanderers don't go home,
else be a journey you can't travel,
in nothingness; learning - understanding,
just to look at the sky and smile.
Tonight, you can find a lost world
in your solitude; if you want,
where you deserve to be, when
you're undeserving her, and
that's where wanderers reach
that are destined to be left undefined.

- Syed Rehan