Inhumed in Rumi and You
Old unread books Tucked far away in the wooden cabinet Dust piled up like memories I tied my hair Assimilated the fragments of courage - From our shiny past And stepped towards it I opened it and picked your favorite You recited Rumi's poetry from it While I stared at your expression My head on your chest Ceiling fan blowing our cotton curtains Every Sunday ended as a chapter of my book That book celebrates neither you, nor me It holds the sand that passed through the hourglass And turned into gold After your left 'forever' I treasured that gold Left these books unattended Today as I held your favorite book It mocked me It is buried under the dust And, I am still covered in the earth That blew after I buried you Image Source - Here