Who will Knock on my Door?

Who will knock my door
In the middle of the night,
When I play with my inner demons
In the desert of despair?
Who will play with my ugly shadow
In the starry night,
Under the shading moonlight?
Who will sing a song
For my roasted soul,
In the cursing evening
Of the fading autumn?
Who will breathe in the rural flute of my heart,
To unleash me from myself
In the garden of solitude?
Ah! I’m a lifeless entity now,
Caught in the icicles of fate;
Waiting for the redemption
to get released from the
fangs of immortal death.
My hopes faded away
in the frozen rivers of universe.
I can see, my soul is trapped
in the labyrinth of hopelessness.
On the downtrodden woods of my being
I destroyed my own home.
In this serpentine Odyssey of Life,
I’m now a lost traveller;
A stranger within my own Universe!

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Ruhail Andrabi ( 2 Posts)

Born in Jammu and Kashmir, Pulwama district, India, Ruhail Andrabi is currently pursuing doctorate degree in educational sciences with a specialization in educational psychology. While pursing his post graduation, when he was around 20 years of age, he discovered his passion for literature and philosophy. Largely self taught, he reads literature for the eternal joy of discovering the metaphysical questions of human nature. He is highly influenced by E. A Poe, Robert Frost, Oscar Wilde and JM Storm. He writes mainly on existentialism and love, realism and loneliness. Recently, eight of his poems got published in a journal called Dotism, based in Sydney, Australia.
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