Grief...

In a season of sorrows and remorse
In times of lost love and recourse
In a summer of burning sweat the lids churn
In a winter where hearts numb and minds turn
In a spring where tears run and memories return
In a land where hope becomes the only value formed
In a desert where you reach,
Yet, what you aim is beyond
Wishes, wonders, imaginations and regrets are born
...

Lingers of despair
Lingers of lost
...

Flee flee oh moment flee
Flee oh times of woefulness and bereave
Return dear beloved,
return to me
Come back oh days of gladness and ease
Come back oh moments of joy and peace
Come back oh dearest
Come and set me free
Whither and I pray...
Whither shall we meet
Oh and I crave
Oh do I seek
...

Alas...
Now, and I know, that no one is left un-beat
For the end, as I go, is always behind my feet
And lest I forget, that "Patience" shall remain my treat
For one day, or the next, I too shall meet my deed...

Ibn Adam

(Dedicated to my mother)