Unseen Paths

Your path knows no houses made of clay,

Perhaps that's why you never see us on the way.

Such is the flaw in love’s fleeting days—

Once they turn away, they rarely retrace their gaze.

Only those who’ve mastered the art of silent pain

Can cry without letting tears leave a stain.

Leave some room for tears in joy’s embrace—

Hard times never arrive after asking for space.

Who doesn’t know how to gamble in love’s game?

It’s just that not everyone finds shelter from the flame.

"Waseem," the mind is shaped by the same old news—

Pages filled with stories, yet never with clues.

Path → Journey, Road, Way

Clay house → Mud hut, Earthen home

Fleeting days → Passing moments, Temporary times

Flaw → Weakness, Shortcoming, Drawback

Silent pain → Unspoken sorrow, Quiet suffering

Embrace → Hold, Grasp, Hug

Hard times → Tough times, Adversity, Struggles

Gamble → Risk, Venture, Bet

Shelter → Haven, Refuge, Safe place

Clues → Hints, Insights, Answers