Home Alone - A Accolade and Homage To My Pretty Lotus by Dr Ram Lakhan Prasad - HTML preview

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No One Is Here

 

I gave you my all and I am trying so hard, I am

trying my best,

I am trying to live my life without your head

on my chest.

Thou art no more is hard to believe but I have

to accept,

You're still living in my heart that has not

slept but wept.

You were there to guide me but I do not know

what to do,

I cook, I shop and I go for a ride but all these

are without you.

There is no desire there is no inspiration and I

am confused,

I wanted to come and join you but yam doot *

has refused.

It is hard to live in the present when the mind

dwells in the past,

I do not know what I have lost and I know not

how long this will last.

I live in a world of loneliness and am drowning

in the lake of sorrow,

I am struggling to move on but all the roads

have become so narrow.

Lakhan longs to live the same caring and

loving life you gave him,

His beloved Saroj is gone and no one is here to

be with him.

This life is hard without the Pretty Lotus

around,

However, everyday I keep hearing that sweet

sound.

*the one who takes life away.

 

@

 

I was a hard person to love but when I loved

someone I was really hard.

 

FOR HER SAKE

 

The empty feeling here is making me very

tired,

I feel all alone and lonely but more than

retired.

At night I lay in bed staring at that cruel

ceiling,

It looks like a wide screen shows all past

feeling.

I sit up when you are part of that loving

moment,

I begin to call but you do not make any

comment.

I go to sleep with these fond memories in my

eyes,

I long to have that dream that give me the old

ties.

Dreams are just dreams far from your

Presence,.

They can't heal my suffering but act as

penance.

I yearn to stroll hand in hand in our back

yard,

Gaze at the stars and the moon with your

card.

The card that you gave me when I turned

seventy,

That was the most precious gift out of the

plenty.

When the moon is up the whole sky then

weeps,

Tears flood my thoughts then the heart sleeps.

I am left to imagine your touch that gave me

joy,

All is so gentle, loving and kind like a child's

toy.

I never expected this to happen not in my

dream,

Prince charming is not part of  peach and

cream.

It was your sweetest smile that melted my

heart,

The strong feeling was ingrained in me from

start.

Whatever can be the reason for me to feel this

way,

I know that strong feeling grows stronger

everyday.

All the year I have been praying to grant you

bliss,

Every now and then I dream but that too is

amiss.

I'm badly wounded and can't ever heal my

senses,

Your passing away broke me into thousand

pieces.

No one has any clue of the pain I've been

through,

It's hard to guess the sleepless night I did

accrue.

Darling you've left me with all these

heartaches,

Friends see me smiling but can't feel my

aches.

I can't just surrender the pain and let things

go,

To ease and cease the misery I need to go

slow.

My happiness means seeing you happy and

gay,

Let me say this once more I love you everyday.

Lakhan sheds a few tears how much can he

take,

Saroj knows well that I can live well for her

sake.

@

 

On the days I caught myself  smiling for no

reason and then I realized that I was thinking

of  you.