Sometimes sad; that I silently waited
for Him to come down and
replace hardwork with miracles.
Now I am wide-awake,
that now I can wait
a little longer than before,
a little patient than usual.
The wait is, it will always be,
but, now that I have opened my eyes,
I am meant to see.
For, blind are the eyes,
that don't watch 'em lies;
lies I told everyone,
before I knew I was lying.
For some bad times,
there is an agony in these lines, and
for some good ones,
there is a worshipping in signs.
And I, suddenly tonight,
began talking to myself,
And I wonder if I am intoxicated;
only by the colours of these wines.
- Syed Rehan
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