Time is passing
the circle is shrinking
road is gloomy
traveler is muddled
...
Sometimes the destination seems far away
Passing through the gloominess
”Is it really worth”?
An Ambiguous picture
...
Thinking is the soul of mind,
I was so lost and blind.
The smooth touch of the air,
Dried away, each and every tear
...
Hiding behind the wall
Territory in the frame of mind
Invisible looks visible
Blurred image plays with you
...
I think I have planned so much for this life
Three sons, four daughters but only one wife
The girl crying for the train at the station
...
Furqan is a student of bachelors in information and communication systems engineering at Nust-Seecs, H-12 campus. Batch -4.)
Road Of Life
Time is passing
the circle is shrinking
road is gloomy
traveler is muddled
sounds like dirges
sight of casket
randomizes the mind
the soul seems incomplete
traveler feels hollow
standing up with a will
efforts ending in smoke
rides, insane
traveler is fedup
ball keeps rolling
gets bigger and bigger on its way
isolation gave nothing but tears