TitleThe Path Was Never Outsideراستہ کبھی باہر تھا ہی نہیں🌸 Poem – Version 3The Path Was Never Outsideراستہ کبھی باہر تھا ہی نہیںEnglishI asked the wind,“Which road leads to you?”It passed through my ribsWhat if nothing is absent?What if longing is the doorway?What if the one you seekIs the one who is seeking?اردوکیا ہو اگر کچھ بھی کم نہ ہو؟کیا ہو اگر طلب ہی دروازہ ہو؟کیا ہو اگر جسے تم ڈھونڈ رہے ہووہی تمہیں ڈھونڈ رہا ہو؟
🌿 Title The Path Was Never Outside راستہ کبھی باہر تھا ہی نہیں 🌸 Poem – Version 3 The Path Was Never Outside راستہ کبھی باہر تھا ہی نہیں English I asked the wind, “Which road leads to you?” It passed through my ribs Like a secret — But never pointed. I asked the sun, “At what hour will you appear?” It rose without promise, It set without regret. I searched in cities Made of glass and noise, Where reflections multiplied But truth dissolved. I waited in houses of prayer, Listening for holy echoes — But only my own breath Returned to me. I crossed deserts of ambition, Carrying thirst like pride. I sailed oceans of longing, Calling distance devotion. And then — In a moment without announcement, When striving loosened its fist, I felt you. You did not arrive. You did not descend. You unfolded — Like light already living Inside a closed room. You were not ahead. You were not behind. You were the awareness With which I was walking. The road did not change. The world did not shif...