Who says my heart liquidises too early,
in the bed when I close my eyes,
all I feel is a stone planted in my chest
that doesn't speak a word of love.
Like cemented is my life,
in the cell of my heart,
ageing in desperation
speaking not a word of pain.
But then somewhere I am free,
where I don't possess a thing,
where no one else belongs,
and nothing is related to me,
there I smile,
not a thing to hide,
not a memory to call,
where roads are wide,
not a friend to find,
where the heart is blind.
In that city of seclusion,
I will find my bride.
- Syed Rehan
