Transgressing in progression

Life and death, the cycles
A fluttering garment
rewinds to days past
Now spent in solitude
awaiting the final knell.
The laughter haunts in
its absence, the years
pass in silence, in anger
An empty soul of the person
that once was. Hollowed.
Photographs are reminders
creating a painful present
Nostalgia is a whiff of
the masalas, of the talcum,
of the detergent clinging
The fertile way of living
that once was

has bitten the dust.