Lost..... Poem by syma tasaduq

Somewhere,
probably nowhere...
lost..at morning.
But returned at evening,
back at doorstep
of home sweet home...
is not called lost.
Nomore! !

In everyday routines,
worldly affairs,
from dawn to dusk,
I was lost.....
...In waking up,
pulling apart sleepy eyelids above sleepy eyes.
...In morning papers,
looking for news in between episodes of serials of war and blood.
...In coffee mug,
searching warmness that world disdained.
...In shower,
cooling down temper, heated up by insincerity and infidelty.
...In my work.
...In learning,
though i felt not lost there.
There wisdom was my master,
wit my comrade,
humour my pulse,
romance my heart,
and my mind was lost
...in learning.
Though each word i learnt rescued me from drawning,
each phrase that came to me..
came to me a shelter in rain,
came to me someone familiar in strangers.
Yet i was lost
...in solitude.
in silent dance..
where ticking of my watch and tapping of my heels was the only music.
...In people,
trying to make a sense of every fool i met,
readily willing to sacrifice for each wise and kind.
...In conversations,
street fights,
love letters,
soliluquies and asides.
...In starry nights that sprayed light over my pages, when my lamp was spent.
...In quiet nights of vigility,
when i accidently fell asleep,
when i undecidedly stole a sweet dream.
...In nightmares,
that continued for nights.
...In sweet dreams,
interrupted by a cause to wake up,
by a cadence,
by a hush.
...In history,
that is written,
and that has to be written,
the way it is,
and the way it should be.
...In mystery,
hidden and unveiled.
...In relatives,
unfamiliar, unseen...
not of blood, creed or nation,
but relatives of spirit.
...In prayers,
for things i yearn for,
and people i love.
for happiness of beloved,
for continuity of...
prayer and love.
...In life,
from dawn to dusk...
Iwas lost.
...In a wish,
of living after death.
But i forgot not the place,
forgot not the path,
forgot not the words...
that are warmly said to the LOST when ever he's there...
where he knows he is lost nomore.