Thursday, May 3, 2012


Blinding nights and the twinkling mocks,
The fate of a displaced lover;
I fear if someone steals your dreams,
Leaving behind few nights of screams.
Few nights of strained helplessness,
And few more of insanity and sadness.

My mind now strained to the edge,
I can only blink and gaze;
The Pandemonium within my soul,
And outside, I see only exasperating haze;
Though I try to ignore the lazy sunset,
I end up being a part of this worldly maze.

Shamsud Ahmed
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