The Pakistani Spectator

Lost in my existence,
Undetermined,
Knows no one of my state
Sleeps here, your memory
Of friendship and distance
My barren soul, in monsoon
This madness beckons
How shall I spend?
This exotic loneliness
These states of my heart
Return you to me
Like old flowers of favors
In this state of madness
And this music flows
Through memory you come
The intoxicated effect
Of loneliness,
In madness, I resort
As it burns my world and monsoon song
And these burdens of separation
The seasons upon me, sleepless
My eyes and my soul
Lies there in earth my existence
My procession of dreams
And this heart and its conversations
In this barren and dry landscape
Knows no one of my state,
Lost and undetermined in this trance
Me and my monsoon songs!