Nestor’s Nothingness! ...Empty Existence.

Unanswered, thrusty heave, destined; for the desert cleave, bereft of life. Blazing sun’s spear returns. Strife! Underlay of my desire, My raging fire, redolently irrigated; by, sparkle of my bloods lie. I revive a thousand years, shake hands with fate, its sneers. Again, awake, aghast I shy. Cringe I cry. From my heart’s cherished dirt Blazes burn, the body learns. Spurt! Turn the cheek, yet expect, Meekly resurrect. Eternally amazed. Dumb, crazed. Denied. Silently cried. Plunge; oh hooded one! Softly, my ideals are lofty. Lest I cry out in a wrenching shriek. Labeled unworthy, less ardent freak. The treachery of time, ticking somewhere, in realms sublime. Observes, loath, conserves. The blade, wipes! For the coming swipes! I bow, I the criminal, I the crime. I know? Nothing is mine! (Islamabad) (July 03,2009)