Spring Time
It is spring time and it is still cooler
It’s for her to decide to return or not
It is her loyalty and my compassion
Keep remembering or forget them all
My pain giver must tell me the truth
Shall I keep weeping or start smiling
Love never dies we both know well
Let us keep chatting and listening
We are the sailors in the stormy sea
Shall we survive the pain or perish
Many old wise words come to haunt
But who will hear our painful tales.
Ready To Meet My Best Friend
Today is 14th September 2014, eighteen
months since my Saroj withered away
Nevermore will I see her smiling face
and feel her strong firm embrace to play
There would never be a wish upon the
starry skies and a gaze into her loving
eyes
There would never be those warm lips
upon mine and no sparkle and shine in
my eyes
I am now a wonderer roaming the
streets searching the one who has been
taken away
This is nothing new for my thoughts
were with her today and would be there
everyday
I miss her heaps today, lying on my bed
after my hospitalisation suffering in
pain and sorrow
I long for a cuddle to minimize my
hardships as she used to do before but
not tomorrow
The fond memories of My Pretty Lotus
are in her photo for keepsake and will
never part
God may have her in His safekeeping
but I have been keeping her tightly in
my heart
When we took our vows we said ‘until
death do we part’ but weren’t we lying?
Our marriage was a bond that united
us but her tragic loss has left me crying
My soul, my heart and my life were
taken away and I miss my soul mate
very much
I woke up to find her body shutting
down and I could not fix it and I failed
as such
When she was with me, I was always
afraid to die but now death seems my
friend
If death takes me today, I will go with a
smile because I would meet my best
friend.