In between the Spaces,
there are Pearls which grow in Silence,
budding and flowering from places I could never imagine,
Rubies poured over my flesh,
Its as if I am Remembering,
that which is Innate in my bones,
Rediscovering the Arts,
the closer I surrender to my Truth,
the more Mastery I reveal.
As I fumble around,
Discovering stones to place into this gold necklace I am forming,
I find myself longing to share with you, Ama,
With you, I could share my Totality,
For you were the One that encouraged me to Play,
Once you saw what I could Make with it,
How you would tell me that even my Hands danced in Poetry,
“Meh nee hongee phir kohon Dekhe Gha?”*
How this still echoes in my ears and eyes,
Riddled into me,
It aches me,
a Physical hurting of Absence,
How there is noone left to share with,
Those who see, do not see truth.
Space is being created,
Where Love fills, with those who do See,
Allah See’s, Knows and Believes,
I may have been looted of you Ama,
But your Prayers still only bring in Abundance.
Bountiful,
I am grateful to sleep in flowerbeds,
Under Stars,
With ever atom of mine, being awakened from Zikr.
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Meh nee hongee phir kohon Dekhe Gha?* = when I am not here then who will watch you?