Friday, March 23, 2007


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
death did us apart….

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Wow, that's crazy man. They should really try to do something to fix that.

Dead End

Dead End
The road to what was once my home in Kashmir....zuv chum bramaan ghare gachehae..