In nights when I roam

In nights when I roam
chasing my shadow under the streetlight,
talking to the palms of my hands,
speaking by the agony in my eyes,
every verse that I quote
speaks about an ongoing struggle;
the weaker edge breaks -
frightening my life out,
'Impossible was made',
the goosebumps shreik out,
after a terrible period of tear shed,
I suddenly freak out,
and then the ghosts in my face
slowly freeze down;
the stronger edge gathers strength -
breezing its strength out,
and then I am a painter
of the portrait of my soul,
and then I am a consoler
trying to gather pieces of my world,
and then I am a stranger
watching fireworks of my world...

Basics that they taught

Basics that they taught -
that life is a struggle
and we all come to make
this world a better place.
Did they teach us this for themselves?
For, we forgot
that life is all about living,
and not wars and power;
that life is all about giving,
and not capitalising and money.

But lost that we are
in this web of world -
a world that we didn't want to create,
but its creation we never debate,
a world where earning
makes you forget the joys of living,
and less we are giving,
more drinks brewing,
and lost we are about
things that come and go;
unaware of the patches
that need some sewing.

- Syed Rehan

We wander alone.

We wander alone;
far from the caravans
of trust and hope,
far from places,
and people,
and stories,
and their sequels,
far from all the responsibilities
of love and world,
and sorrows and troubles,
and words that were never told.
We wander alone.

- Syed Rehan

I will remember.

The sunny mornings of my town;
I will remember,
The rainy evenings on my balcony,
I will remember,
The shade of her brows on my eyes
I will remember,
Her narration of our story
I will remember,
I will remember all this but
I wonder - whether,
my return to your doorstep,
you'll, forever, remember.

- Syed Rehan