Chase Me Not

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                   Chase Me Not

 

I write something mute and invisible,

From my heart; my beliefs invincible,

In subtle robes discover me as I attire,

My soul and muse both, I’ve set afire.

 

A mistaking! If I ever call it my verse,

Thru lute and lire a secret I rehearse

Of my aching heart; ah its deep pain!

Aye my shrieks wouldn’t end in vain!

 

Nobody grasps me, if yes; ‘twas a guess,

I’m shrouded, how and why make mess?

A humane soul with no honors and fame,

I was the gossamer, ah cruelly set aflame.

 

Alone in wilderness, nobody wanders by,

Blind; I discerned vision in my inner eye!

My humility; my bliss and my adventure,

Ailing in my solitude I’d made a venture!

 

I traveled beyond jubilance and the mirage,

Amid awesome silence and dark I’d raged!

On the creepy edge, I wert readily brought,

Mysteries of lunacy and sanity I was taught.

 

Even a syllable when it fell upon my ears,

I’d utter not, but ‘twill dart a jolt of fears,

Down my mortal frame, a horrible fright!

Hurriedly; ah bloom was carried to blight!

 

Hear me! I’d made journeys into my own,

Ever endless into realms of the unknown,

Irrelevant ’twixt the reason and the soul,

Therein I had discovered my adored goal.

 

Shapes change, love alters but in the skies,

I shall seek the shapeless hiding in my eyes

Audacious and bold till timid I shall emerge,

Higher and above, where’s a home to verge?

 

The change comes when all changes will end,

The devastation; nothing to ravage and rend,

Flowers and the lovers may laugh and weep,

But behold me conquering in abiding sleep!

 

The boundless oceans and torrents I drink,

The verdure fields and meadows shall sink!

Hither may be my triumph aye things falter,

I’d slain the god of death, dead at the altar!


By DR. Riaz Ahmad October 17, 2025


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