My Dark Messiah

I left your land to be free of the ache, but your gaze reaches across the night, touching me softly, like the moon brushing the Nile’s dark, deep skin.

Your eyes — a thousand stars glimmering, relentless, each light a doorway, a snare wrapped in beauty, an endless pull into places I thought I left behind. They pierce through the night like blades, sharp and unforgiving, their shimmer haunting, like salt on old wounds. I try to look away, but you burn across my mind’s eye, etching every corner with memories, too vivid to fade, too cruel to forget.

In the rhythm of your breath, your voice calls like a Koel’s song, following me into the Rockies’ silence. I close my eyes, cover my ears, but you become the ground underfoot, the boundless blue where I drown.

I cross borders, islands, seas, but you blaze beyond every line, my dark Messiah.

Tell me — where can I go to forget you?

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@C Muhammad Nasrullah Khan