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.”