Roobza's Sidkoo's

Some subtleties go unnoticed.
existences become and unbecome.

Azure.Black!
Black.Azure!

Life.Death.
Death.Don't know!

I now remember
her moving hands ,
from beneath those wrinkles.
My Grandma's,
when they move no more.

Existences cease.
Remembrances don't.

Remembrances cease.
But Love remains.
So discrete.So continuous.
So unceased.

As I silently hog on sidkoo's
of Roobza's making.
The same taste lingers
like grandma's undertaking.
And for that moment
nothing else remains.
Just the granules of love
melting on my tongue.
So dicrete.
like the tears in my eyes.

When Love ages

Days will go without touching you too much
Days will slide you not feeling me much
But the Love will be , for you
and you.

I will walk by , you will look into your files
sometimes you will undress me only with your eyes
And I will see through you.
But Love will be , for you
and you.

We will converge someday.
Everyday we do, we don't know though.
Oblivion is a habit hard to go
when you don't know , what you know
and what you don't know.
But Love will be , for you
and you.

And then I will wake up
and find tea at my bedside
and you and you
waiting for my smile.