Wide Asleep

Poetry

The Ashes of Ishq

First, let the tears fall; let the memories fade,
Till silence fills the space where once ishq played.
Then sow a seed of love in the empty earth,
And watch what was lost give new life birth.

For the ashes of love are not ashes in vain;
They nourish the soil where love blooms again.
What dies is the form, not the love that it bore;
The river changes its course, yet the waters endure