I LIVE WITH THE IMAGES OF MY WIFE
I was glad to wed an angel some fifty-one years ago
I lost that treasure forever twenty-one months ago
The happy time we spent together was full of glory
My angel gave me her all and she was never sorry
Her beauty so enchanting, refined, eloquent and divine
Her face so sweet her eyes so hypnotizing matching mine
Her voice was more melodious than the music of a kind
The sweet smell of her perfume still lingers in my mind
Deep long and dark hair curled neatly over her shoulder
Gave her the look of a fairy who was delicate and bolder
A figure so feminine, pleasing and delightful to admire
A glamour of peace and tranquillity shyness her attire
My angel was as delicate as the pretty lotus of my pond
We spoke, we laughed and we loved to create a bond
Her mind was so profound, her articulation of speech rare
Faithful friend in joy comforting when sad gave tender care
Years went by family life became short an eternity desired
Each day of living created a fond memory that we admired
I lost my love but gained the treasure of fond memories
A sweet dream entrenched to become dream of memories
The sorrow that I feel, the heartache and the broken heart
Thought of her loss startles my sleep and tears me apart
When I awaken I see that I am alone and looking to the sky
My prayers are the same each morning with tears and cry
Where are you my pretty lotus? Is the utterance with a sigh
Grant me that same joyous life that we spent living so high
The story of our love life has filled many pages of my book
Her fond memories are here to celebrate without a look
She is gone but cannot be forgotten her persona so pleasing
Time is moving slowly my heart is longing to get her blessing
I long to hear her voice and to hold her hands once again
I feel I have not lost her for she is going to come back again
In my prayers, I ask her to remember all the pleasant times
I smile a little when I see her images of all our good times
Life goes on as she had asked me to conduct rest of my life
My angel is in heaven but I live with the images of my wife.
18th January 2015
A genuine hug, a passionate kiss, a compassionate touch and a sweet word in life,
Makes everyone a lot healthier, wealthier and wiser to bless us and improve our life.
This Will Never End
Aankhen pyaar mein dil ki jubaan hoti hain
Sachi chahat to sadda bejubaan hoti hain
Pyar mein dard mila to ghabraana nahi hain
Suna hai dard se chaahat jawaan hoti hain
Aapke dil mein kya hai mujhe bata di jiye
Yun na khamosh reh kar mujhe saja di jiye
Ya to apna wada wafa ko ab pura ki jiye
Ya mere umeendon ki shamma buja di jiye
Aap ko chah kar aur kuchh na chaha kabhi
Meri chahat ka kuchh to silla de di jiye
Phool murjha gaye hain aap ki chah mein
Muskura kar ab unhein phir khilla di jiye
Har roj Lakhan tadapta hai apne Saroj ke liye
Ab usko bhi apne hi duniya mein bulaa li jiye