Departed Life

In my deep down garden 
I heard a throbbing voice 

The flower touched my arm
When the flowing breeze kissed its petals
 
The bare feet when conversing with the alluring green floor
Perceived the desolated flower with the cavernous notions
I separated the aching tear from its illusive sight 

It started blooming as a cozy bud just as my lips stirred it's dead wings 
My teary eyes put the anticipating rain at its shattered entity 
And it's flesh embraced me warmly 

It's redolence when absorbed deep into my veins 
And my soul suddenly apprehended that  breathless flower was my lost life
which has been abstracted in the view of diversity of struggles.

Then me and my life promised to stay connected no matter how,
And raised a new way of subsistence.

That was a promise,
A profound promise.
     

                        Aiman Gulzar 
                 (Zara Aiman Soofiyan)