Ali Qureshi

The Drowning

Hear this plea!

Feeling like a flea;

Drowning in this sea

of self created tragedy;

Slowly, slowly,

the darkness envelopes me;

Can breathe but barely.

Soon, I’ll be gone clearly

this is what’s expected of me.


Wait a moment!

Feeling like an insect; incessant

talk as such in a convent.

Life might be inconvenient

but it’s worth living; Enlightenment

comes to those who seek; Commitment

is thus all you need; Encouragement

will you get from us. Omnipresent

is He, most merciful, most beneficent.

He will help you, without any arrangement.


Burning!

I’m hurting hither;

She’s hurting thither.

Letting sadness slither

between us; I am sorry!

Don’t forgive me though

for I have wronged you,

hoping in time you will

heal. Leaving just me

to walk on splinters

of the burning

memories–

of our love.


Incarcerated

I live

a life of

incarceration;

I am both

the jailer

and the

prisoner.

Depression

thus my

companion;

I seek the

light.

Within

the dark

though,

I find

myself–

Alone!


Ali Qureshi is a writer living in

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