Saturday, February 16, 2008

uncle Gopi

death
watlzs away
with him firmly
in her arms
.
music lingers
as thoughts play
on the keyboard
of sweet memories
.
the heavy vacuum
of loss
hangs as dark
as monsoon clouds
.
while his smile
would be a rainbow

lighting up
someplace else
.
as he meets
his friend

.

long lost

7 comments:

Pramod Shankar said...

Touching beyond words

sahyadri said...

most profound... the mighty "bharat" would be missed...!!

its interesting you talk of death as 'she'

sift said...

moved, really.
sensed that you were choked in your inability to speak unsayable things...

WritingsForLife said...

after reading this, i only wish i could meet my long lost friend. :-(
I loved this stanza however,
music lingers
as thoughts play
on the keyboard
of sweet memories

Awesome words!

Prats said...

The first time i've heard of death being treated in this manner...very nice especially *with him firmly
in her arms

Penguin said...

Really touching!

farustar said...

beautiful...tickles something inside and makes it come alive with memories :)