raakh ya khak

six above and ashes, six below and dust
empty handed we came, empty we return

traversed and shared cobweb paths of
smiles, pauses, joys, musings
cried when nothing else would work
laughed silly in the company of friends
with misty eyes prayed
to idle life in her embrace
and at times poured tears
to make the rivers blush

but in truth we're the maverick
who did not ask for anything
who smiled at whatever he got
did whatever he wanted to

will leave no regrets
in the wake for the morrow
just a few scattered words
of love