Changing
Losing and changing are never the same.
What is lost still has the possibility of being found,
but what has changed its colour cannot even be recognised.
Be it a person or any other thing.
Empty Suburb
While being good I gave myself to you,
I loved you hoping for a little happiness,
then wrapped myself in your affection.
You realised that without you my life is an empty suburb,
you drove a hoof into the throat of my love!
Incomplete
What we do not get,
that we can accept as not written in destiny.
But the one we do get and then lose,
does their departure only give pain?
Or make us think of ourselves as incomplete humans?
The one who in seeking completeness rather gets lost?
Shameless
You also neglect, yet nurture affection with importance.
You also hate, yet love.
You also get pain in return, yet smile.
Khubayb, have you seen how shameless you’ve become in loving?
Wish and Religion
Waiting is the religion of the lover,
and returning is the wish of the beloved.
I stayed steadfast in my religion,
whether you return or not is your wish.