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.