Unfinished Art

Shooting poems from the heart comes a true love comet

Whose existence forever sings for her ballad and sonnet

Let us take you on a little detour if you will, a soft and smooth bend

From the cave of Hira to where dimensionality and nations end

Matters of depth in prose, they only somewhat unfold…

Yet reality moves more than any lofty numbers told

Explore the palaces of my densest coast

Therein howl the war songs of Akbar’s ghost

Soul sitting solely by the shores of love’s romance

Charmed magic vases open in the foam of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn

Come hither by the mystic tree, Ganges rivers here are once again born

Still resounding the wave crashing echoes of forests by the sea

Sidratul Muntaha rooted alone in the cosmic desert, a single tree

Her emerald imbued light on many a landscape sheds

Over enchanting scenes her glance’s radiance spreads

The thought of her strikes a long the soul and brain, flushing the cheek

Unrequited emotions bring immense pain and little gain, her love I did seek

Resolved to noble things and her wish alone, my jihad now - is not to speak

A Few Sad Boi Poems :’(