What is the Zahir that I hold?
The space inside my Cathedral
With the tinted glass still filtering the light,
The paintings and the crucifixes hanging on the stone walls,
Who do they speak to?
What do they speak of?
Am I swimming so deep under that the darkness wont give the answer?
Or am I just paddling in the shallow thinking that this is as deep as my mind goes?
I know what makes me unique, but not what gives me charisma.
I know what I have to find but not where to look for it
And just like any other human, I pull up excuses just to mask the fear of failing at finding what lies in me.
Just like that I start to lose my uniqueness and my charisma.
            -Nuzhat Aara