Caressing the wind blows,
so very slowly, softly, sighing,
A vast eternity
engulfs me, scattering,
While you lie there,
so quiet,
dear,
Having almost perfected the art of
dying.
Gusts of adrenaline seize me,
Surging unconsciously, tumultuous,
momentary,
Freedom lost, now regained;
Quirk of Fate,
Till I realize the loss, beloved
filling me with uncharted fear.
Sweet moments,smiles and a tear
Passions shared jealously
the soft parjataka,tender care
the fading fragrance of bliss bygone
accompany me only halfway through
my Karma.
The lone gulmohur bent,
A silent epitaph to
your remembrance pure
A chaotic voice
instilling
the loneliness deep
within me.