Waiting, since when, for your words, a stranger's plea,
Speaking so, I begin to doubt the real, the seen.
Slept one night, and the rest of life's sleep fled,
Dreamed a dream, and dread of its meaning keen.
How I found you, then lost you, a mystery deep,
Even I, the denier, now fate's disciple, I weep.
In what realm did you vanish, apart from me,
Every image, a lament in my writing's keep.
Whomever I loved, with such fierce intensity,
'Faraz', the chain of pain never ceased to be,
The link unbroken, the hurt's enduring decree.
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