In my deep slumber, I look for you through the hazy window pane of my room.

For you to look back once, take pity on my predicament, and not care at all.

Be cold and unwavering with that nonchalance of yours which defies my cries and wails.

And I would belittle my harmony with life and crumble at the altar of my dreaded thoughts.

Death and pain and agony smiling in my face, and I am just plying along.

Don’t just go sounding a death knell; obliterate existence itself and leave the universe in dire straits.
© aadil wani