Farewell

For a dear friend of mine. Dearest.

To whom the time stands still, to whom the living or dead shall not matter.

They ride to the sun, crossing paths with ever so graceful dancing and chatter.

They are coming, I said, they are coming to you, my friend.

To take you to a place that seeps love & spares affection that shall never end.

 

Go on; open your doors, your windows, your space and your heart.

Let them reach you, ever so gently, flowing like the wind, like an art.

Breathe… keep breathing, for them, for me, for my friend, you.

Almost, very near, tick-tock to their arrival, wait for it, the life anew.

 

I can see mountains & creeks when you take each breath.

We will see the horizon when they take you away, your life, to death.

Farewell my friend, I will miss you forever, forever and ever.

Remember me, like I would remember you and forget me never.

Author's Note

Been a long time away. Comments and critique appreciated.

Reviews

[M P Ramesh]

Aswin,

The poetry starts from a hidden cage which is openly visible to all in midnight and indistinct in daylight. Nobody recognises it rather. But writer is not a member of this "all" community. The writer will never forgets, he has no memories to share with anybody. He/She is universal in character. No day or night will affect him/her.He/ she is a loser. He/she does not own anything other than aesthetics. For him/her the time will time stands still.

carry on..............


M P Ramesh