not a seed has stopped growing,
nor tear ever stopped leaking from sockets,
since the day you entered the spirit world,
love never wilted or withered,
like plants did as the seasons passed over,
new trees grew over your headstone,
I washed, I left you letters, I left my tears,
a lagoon of hurt at the site of your burial,
I laughed, I spoke, I told you my dreams,
I was a child who weeped and weeped,
love remained hooked into each segment of spine,
it stayed stable despite all adversities at hand,
it took trauma, it shook when love was stolen,
it burnt under the stress, it hunched,
a forest grew out of me,
and yet your aura formed a rock inside my irises,
remained stuck on a flickering moment,
the flashing of feelings,
of your voice, of scents,
yet here I am,
nine years on today,
time is false,
there is no time that could be put on the hurt,
nothing has changed for me,
not an ounce of love I recieved did I forget,
never will I ever forget you or what you gave to me,
My daddy in all his colours,
in all his mannersims,
who knew that a Phoenix would submerge from all this?
Did you know your only daughter would be able to surpass the demons that lived with her?
She is alive now, a fire not to reckon with,
like you she is Aftab, a Sun,
burning up and creating art out of the suffering,
lets meet in another life,
where spirits can fly,
a place where hell is a false concept