Spring has not arrived since then

Ever since the parting of the Spiritual friend, the poet lives a false life while damned to the edge of near-death state

Hey Tasbih!

It’s been so long,
Feels like forever.

You haven’t
Appeared,
Not even once in my dreams,
Not for a second.

I live a
Life false:
To death
Am I close

I wait for
Your kind to meet
To stand
On own feet

I hide
From myself
To none
Can I confide

In your absence
I hid in the ocean
Into Philosophy,
Poetry I dived

Hey Tasbih!
Spring has not
Arrived since then:
You vanished when

I have run out
Of ways
To seek a glance
Of your Serene face

Hey Tasbih!
Take all my virtues
Give me your faults
Chant but those
Magical spell again:
‘My Merciful Him’

Till today
I haven’t heard
Words as sweet:
Made my heart bold

May 18 2010. Edit March 2023