Void

My anatomy revealed a hole
A void that my death left
She was alone…
It was a forlorn path
From one exile to another

Void as is …but a void
Fill it ….my land
With the cherries of spring
And almond flowers
A folklore …from past
To carry me through
The forlorn path

Yasins mother
And maybe Rasul Daar
Know stories of past
Whilst the hole was
Still my youth

The youth I lost
In sands of time
And the hole
My friend remained on…
In me
till
death did us apart….

I

The waves washed the shore
And my house too….
But the sand remained
And did I…

Roots in Abeyance

The movement grows moss around me.
Stuck as I am to roots ,I haven’t grown beyond them
Mohammed lies waste as does Nietzsche
Papers are spotless
or they carry the yellow imprints of my daughters freeness from constipation
the exact carefulness of the arranged books..signals my death
for the movement of my roots ..has stuck me in them…
Alas!my self pity…
Will I ever grow beyond thee..

Rashneek"in abeyance"