After I was done with love.

After I was done,
with the definition of love
taught by the myths and prose,
I was defined
by the notions of life
taughy by sorrow and woes.
In the middle of it
I tried hard on my luck,
I tried befriending all my foes.
I was denied by fate.
Good or bad?
Who knows!

In this melancholy
I remained for days and nights,
watching my heart close.
Among the tragedies of love,
fearing a mention of mine,
I bore all the blows.
But in the end what remains -
is like a dusty book on the block,
filled with unforgiving lovelorn prose,
and weary faces of love;
frightening its seclusion,
and petals of some dried scented roses.

- Syed Rehan

The wolf that I had tamed
has finally learned to hunt.

The solitude that I protected,
finally exists on its own.

The silence that I didn't break
is now a speaker of its own.

The nightmare that I had chased,
has finally decided to go.

- Syed Rehan

People will tell you to be good and righteous, in a way that benefits them. As long as religion conceals their faithlessness, they'll practice it; to the extent that it benefits them.
As long as you are a source of benefit to them, they'll throw upon you every abstract concept; like righteousness, morality, kind-heartedness, and love - to feed themselves by your greatness.
The day they cease to get any benefit from you; your righteousness, morality, love, and kindness wouldn't be accepted, approved and adored.
That's the day you'll understand that 'selfishness' is the only abstract principle and concept in their life. And not 'righteousness'.

The world exists beyond the ability of mind to completely percieve it. It has more elements of existence than our mind can possibly bring to senses.

Happy Birthday to the most charming and inspiring personality I have ever known back since the time they said that in our lives we meet people who we would want to be in our lives someday, or in the life of somebody else.
You have always been the most kind, affectionate, and interesting personality - full of love and humor, in my life and in the lives of all of us.
Wish you fortune in life, and success at whatever you lay your hands on.
Though I couldnt be there to celebrate this amazing day with you, I am litting a candle in my heart for this beautiful occasion.
Happy birthday once again.
I am attaching some beautiful memories of the precious time we spent together. Hope you rejoice.
Regards.

P.S. You owe me a grand

If we go deep in the virtual abyss of mind, we'll find a difference between the speed at which our life is pacing and the speed at which our mind percieves all that that is happening in your life. While the rate of occurrences in our life is high, the rate at which our mind percieves it is comparatively low.
So it's not possible that we are perceiving all that that is happening to us just at the time of its happening. Sometimes we stay ignorant of our own faults for so long that we get little time to put them right.
Little do we know of the element that makes life.

"I can understand the difference between yesterday and today in a way that yesterday I felt the whole world is against me, though it was not, and today I don't feel like anyone is against me, though half the world might be".

In the midst of nowhere

In the midst of nowhere
I had found you,
taking me somewhere
where I belong,
in the secludes valleys,
making me myself,
everytime, though
I wasn't happy all the times
but I kept moving towards somewhere,
where I belong.
"she said I was worth the whole world
but that world was somewhere
and I kept moving,
rushing like a drunken lunatic
that runs towards nowhere,
and I kept moving.
She said that all the dreams in my eyes
were stars that shine somewhere
and I was worth the whole world
but that world was somewhere
else than the world that is perishing
in the pain of unending fear".

But then in the midst of nowhere,
you left me somewhere
in the midst of something
that ends nowhere,
cradling in sorrows,
I am unaware,
where did I come from!
And you left me in this fear
that do I really belong to nowhere.

- Syed Rehan

By the time autumn comes.

By the end of every year,
by the time autumn comes,
we're left lonely in our lives,
shattered by someone, again!
when the leaves start falling,
and the poets begin to gather,
and every line of poetry
ties our sorrows together,
by the end of this autumn,
we'll be lonely again,
living our own lives,
we'll be lonely again!

- Syed Rehan