(Dedicated to my High School Friend, Mr/Mrs. Moinuddin Tariq's anniversary)


No shore in sight, even in bright daylight,
nowhere to go, no one to show,
floating, aimless, at an age,
my life partner and I deemed it wise  
conjoined at the hip line,
since then, while living on cloud nine.

Senior moments often go fuzzy,
now feeling extreme and uneasy
with unbearable dead weight,
we let our wisdom work out the plight.

Sitting back to back in a yoga posture,
in intense silence and musing over
on a skiff without a sail or an oar,
while drifting across the seven seas
our quest to reach the seventh heaven
with His blessings!


Taz Din
Toronto, June 6, 2025