I See My Face In Jamshid's Cup Poem by Mohammad Younus

I see my face in Jamshid's cup,
Yet it is not quite my own.
A ghost, a stranger—
Wearing my face.

The 'true me' I once knew
Lingers near, yet veils his face
Beneath dark, unfolded tresses.
My false face,
A shadow stretching long,
Growing with each passing day.

What am I?
A question blurred,
Wandering through yellow dreams,
Drowned in illusions.

Who am I?
An untold story,
A mystery yearning to unfold.

My mind drifts—
Tired, restless, slow—
Once bright with light,
Now slipping away,
Like water through fingers.

A boat adrift in gutters,
Never turning back.
What ails me?
I cannot explain,
Trapped in a prison
Woven from my own illusions.

The path ahead feels distant,
Yet I dream of my star,
My true self—
Perhaps losing the known
Is where I begin.

I seek the dawn of new light,
To heal, to mend this heart.
So I search on,
For the face behind the veil—
The truth that makes me, me.

MyKoul