Unclaimed

When night curled back

into the spine of the cosmos,

a wandering message slipped free—

unowned by any name.

And on the silent threshold

where existence thins into thought,

a finished radiance was

placed—

more idea than light.

©Irfan Suhrawardy 

One Life, Many Whys.

One life — enough, yet rarely clear,

We spend it tuning what’s already here.

Struggles are private, yet strangely shared,

Each burden ripples — someone cared.

Perfection tempts, but never stays,

It veils the truth in brighter rays.

Why failure, why fear, why endless strive —

Perhaps that’s how we learn to be alive.

© Irfan Suhrawardy.