His mystic Voyage

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           His mystic Voyage

 

Clock’s ticking, who’ll journey alone,

At core of his heart, ah truly forlorn,

The dark crevice, shall deceive fright,

For a brighter day, destined his flight.

 

Brighter than the Sun, dazzling out,

Whose glare he shalt, speedily flout,

And the earthy pangs, he had borne,

Rapturous and free, from a cage torn.

 

Away from the Lucifer; sorely he lives,

The gambol seekers, he keenly sieves,

Why a widow weeps, an orphan pines?

He weeps tears, while his mercy shines.

 

At mid of nights; he’d weep and whine,

His sanctuary glaze; relays silvery shine,

To looming shades, where occur naught

A trace of beatitude; with doubt fraught.

 

On the path of rectitude, his stride’s long,

A voyage infinite, be wilderness or throng

If an abode’s razed; another he wilt make,

Folks slumber, but he regrets nights awake.

 

 

 

In rags he appears, aye camouflaged outside,

Seemingly a lunatic, but revealed from inside,

Estranged with desires, he loves his love deep,

Berserk he runs around; ah who shall he seek?

 

Embroiled in turmoil, he darts a leaping glance,

The concealed is unveiled, in his ecstatic dance,

Free from fetters of allure, boozy with His wine,

Living in world, stealing looks at invisible shine!

 

He’s furtive and sneaks, and a mystery reveals,

Surreptitious and calm, many a bruise he heals,

His heart were glazed, his loved pristine abode,

Always a mystic; wherever he stealthily strode!

 

Till he’d discovered, and in wait his darling hide,

The endowed wits; he shalt surrender and chide,

He eyed the furtive gleam; that asserts and high!

His heart was pounding, bracing his love in a sigh!

 

 

 

By Dr. Riaz Ahmad, March 25, 2026

 

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