Can I pass a whole week not seeing mashooq?
how many days flee without her lilting voice?
O gentle voice yet puissant & determined
O delicate form yet strong & curvaceous
am I a mere cipher in her dreamlife equation?
or could I hold for her the frisson of a lover?
are my warblings too copious? my hairs too gray?
my poetry too ponderous? my heart too fraught?
do I spawn too many puzzles all the while destiny
lightly laughs in the face of the cliché of human folly?
do I set myself up for lugubrious dark footpaths
blindsided by absurdity & an unrequited love?
O does my rhymeless sonnet lack balance & reason?
so dazed & senseless in entanglements of ishq