This is my favourite among my poems, and sometimes i wish i hadnt written it, because I always feel that none of my other poems measure up after this one


Lost at Sea / Hope begins in the end

There is a storm brewing outside
and it matches the one
raging in my heart
It is in fact kinder than the one
tearing me apart

I’m lost at sea and on the way
I must have lost everybody
because I’m all alone now
I’ve been set adrift but I can’t recall
Where, when or how

The turbulent sea is calmer
than my own emotions
The stark sky is not as dark as my plight
It wouldn’t matter where I row
there is no shore in sight

I don’t say a word
for even if I cry out loud
there would be no one to hear my call
My voice may break but
my cries will reach nowhere at all

Such utter desolation
Even the murky waters do not reveal
what lies in their depth
It would be just another drop in the ocean
all night if I wept

There is no horizon at all
Nothing that separates
the dark sea and the darker sky
Just as it makes no difference
whether I live or die

The cold wind bites into my flesh
and with it comes fear
numbing down my defenses
Dare I even make a wish
before I lose my senses

So I looked up one last time
and saw the beginnings of light
And that is when i realized you see
that I had forgotten God
but God had not forgotten me…


Nada Rasheed Quraishi