Every Great One Had a Friend

 

On that day I said goodbye…

I had a feeling it was our last

Yet dared not go there in mind or heart

A friend, a mentor and sister too?

All this was so real and too good to be true

I’ve never felt such a way with others who came and ran away

Now you too have turned the other way

A wish to renew this special bond

In hope I search for His magic wand!

 

Every great one had a friend

From Prophets to all heavenly men

My claim is such was You to me

Yet whispers tell you ‘This is mere fantasy!’

Ya Shems, Ya Rumi, Ya Shems Ya Rumi

 

You’ve moved on yet I still wait

To meet at least, sip and  greet;

at our well known secret retreat

I hold back my emotions with anchored reigns

To all those who cross my path and claim love with bloody stains

In them I secretly search to see your reflection

Nowhere close, their faces-a pure deception!

A thousand places or even faces

None like you in a million places

You’ve disappeared and left no traces

 

To give my heart and then depart

Oh the pain, the pain the pain!

My heart numb and clothes with stain

Ya Hussain, Ya Hussain, Ya Hussain

 

In this world where love is seasonal

Selfish, insincere and fiercely regional

How is it possible to believe me who claims she loves this very mortal?

To you I shall proclaim; that I am from Hussain

A loyalist who loves and dies in pain- for the same!

Deny it, turn the other way, ignore it and call it game

 

Fling me away like an unwanted moth that grows not tired or has no shame

I’ll come again to knock and knock at your heart, in hope to reclaim this very pain

I await that blessed Day where those who loved for His sake

For light’s sake, for Truth’s sake…

Shall reunite and be with those they were forced to forsake

For on that Day, true friends know not the term “Sorry Hun, this was all a mistake.”