What is it you seek? My Self, talk to me
Is being powerful what you seek to be?
It hurts, I know better than all, it stings
This path is painful, only pain it brings
Are you lost as me? Why do we fight?
What matters, who cares if I’m right?
They’ve abandoned us Self! Tell me,
In our dreams, any hope do you see?
I seem to be lost again, funny but so sad
Nowadays I cannot feel, happy nor mad
Am I even human anymore? I can’t tell
Have I done wrong? My soul, did I sell?
The feeling emptiness, it hurts, honestly
But the one thing that helps, is our poetry
Do they think they know us Niaz? They don’t
They say they’ll help us but I know they won’t
Simple as it is, who has time for dust
Is ignoring us, the dirt of life, a must?
It comes to my mind tonight as a flash
My Self and I were apart, now we clash
– September 26th, 2019