Junaid Abdul Wakeel Poet Didactic

Lost in Lust

Lost In Lust 

   Young Writer 
You appeared as a saint 
I was deduced with your says
When your words were framed
      Pheytmox
I stared at your lips
I was mesmerized by the beauty
Sweet and deep hazel eye
My heart shift at its center
My joy knows no bound
This is the crucible of our love
    Young Writer 
Every man is a mad 
When they talk of love
Every man is a maid
When they see what they want 
Every man is a sage When they are caged in love 
Which may be a lust 
In their inner heart
    Pheytmox
Searching amidst wanton places
Trekking mountless ginormous miles
Walking through the loniest distance
All in the name of love but is lust
In the way of its path
It seems a waste 
Very much a mirage
Lost in the valley of lust
  Young Writer 
If I could process your data 
You have been quested for love 
But always lost in lust
I can see these letters L O V E
Are from mouth not from heart 
oyr from heart not from hearts 
I don't want to lost in lust
Which I will hold as love
     Pheytmox
I want to make a re-ponder
My mind is made up to reconsider
I need to set everything right
To follow the halal and pious path 
I'm fed up of wallowing in lust
Giving in to forbidden feelings
Swimming in the ocean of filthy emotions 
Craving the forbidden fruit 
I want to set a straight path
    Young Writer 
This is the time to ponder 
Setting aside a mirror 
Which shall never be a mirage 
Which disappear any moment 
It is time to wonder 
Why these loves have been murdered 
This is the time to render 
All affairs in halal
     Pheytmox
The time has strucked
The ink has dried
The blank pages has been filled
The lust has been abolished
Setting new tidings to pure puree
The cravings and illicit desires
Has given way to legit love
The lamp of lust has been extinguished
The light of love has been illuminated 
Never in the darkness of lust
But in the promise of love
  Young Writer 
This is time to mingle 
With those who are humble 
And forget all my fumbles 
Which lust has brought through jingle 
It time to delete those who have doubled 
My fear in jungle
It is time to build 
A love with fear
Fearful of the Lord 
To build abode in paradise 
And erase lost in lust.
      Pheytmox
To fulfill the quest for chastity
And erase forbidden notions
To secure a better ambition
And observe the blessed relation
Desisting from evil thoughts and deeds
And moving to a noble life
Indeed this is more better
Than wandering in lustful strives

©® 31/11/2019.

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