suffocated temples

these green stones of phalgam

round like breast of women

are temples of my heart

clean but suffocated

under the fast running over them

my eyes search for the prints of my gaze

but they are away

alone ,terrified

waving hands to the drunk guards
sipping rum on the bank of jhelum
but my gaze drowns
as tears of veiled old women settles
in the black lake of sorrow
far away her son is waiting for the prints of her gaze