I entered into exotic bazaars
and nothing seemed to
bedazzle me
I’ve lost interest
in the fleeting
pretending my
palate is fine tuned
pretending this awe
of fine art and magnificent
structures
worthy of praise
I am emptied of desire
for all but that love
my heart numb
to starry nights
moonlit skies
yet I still pretend
foolishly assuming
I can fool myself
I have no desire
to consume
or collect goods
of the Silk Road route
or be consumed
by gazing eyes
those passerby’s
who sing praises
to me
no thank you
I politely resign
an unflinched heart
of acclaimed Laylas
except by
love personified
who bedazzles this
heart
what more
can this eerie silence
prove to the only one
who hears my heart’s tune
what more can words
do for the one
whom this breath
breathes for day
and night
what more can I say to my
unfulfilled promises
making me a serial liar
a living catastrophe
I am a hypocrite
yet in my damnation
in my cause of self
ruination
I swear with only Wadud
as my only witness
that I love that love
wholly and soulfully