I breathe in...the silence
of my own heart
aching with tenderness
with memories..
Of home.

there is some aching
that will only heal...
in the mosque of sleep.

there are some poems
that we leave behind
some that leave us behind

while some just live
silently
in the heart

crumble, sometimes
dwindle
disappear
die

and are reborn
when you smile again.

leave me some music
that’s chocolate
for the heart.

i want to
stay curled and cosied
and chocolated....forever
in my mother’s arms.

Tell me..how do you stand there?
filling the doorway....of my life.