• sahilmudasir 13w

    Lost somewhere in you

    Like I have pressed my lips

    Together to take a sip of my blood

    And eat up all the troubles 

    Inflicted by your indifference.


    I bow before the cruel mercies

    Born from the bottom of my self

    Showing signs of fears and tears

    To lead my aching heart with 'Ease'.


    Don't speak as language of wine

    in the last quarter of a woeful night,

    Don't disturb my unfilled dreams

    Who have gone to sleep with me

    And shall wake up before dawn.

    ©sahilmudasir