The strings of the guitar and piano entwine,
Your sitar and my shehnai in perfect design.
The world is adrift in a rapture so deep,
While sorrow’s quicksand pulls me from sleep.
In every gaze, a dreamlight gleams,
But rage now rules your silent streams.
I blush with shame, I bow in pain—
A fool I stand, in love’s cruel reign.
Colors bloom in every hand,
Yet I remain a barren land.
A desert lost in a lake’s embrace,
Fading slow without a trace.
The sun breaks out, the heavens cheer,
While storms inside me roar and sear.
Your heart—once home—now turned to dust,
Struck by thunder, betrayed by trust.
Your eyes once spoke with words unkind,
Of vengeance burning in your mind.
I swallowed pride with soft implore—
Still the fool forevermore.
A known face now feels so strange,
Years go by, the seasons change.
Wounds of silence fill the air,
No more warmth, no room to care.
In noisy crowds, I feel the void,
Where dreams of love were once enjoyed.
Now lost within this twisted maze,
A fool I wander, through love’s haze.
Author: Dr. Tania Rahman Toni