There is so much I should have known,
Ere the days into the past have flown.
I was then young, and sweet,
All I knew then was your palsied feet!
Today I am here, with the will and brawn,
To know everything, I am drawn.
There's no souvenir, no sepulture,
To weep for the love you so nurture!
There's so much that went unseen,
Death made us both blind and mean.
Alive, you shared all that was sorrow,
And I am left, with a memory vague for the morrow.
I know you sit at His feet, both smiling from above,
I'd be there one day, watch me with love.....
For the look from that rare expert eye;
For saying 'yes' to me.
For the numerous lies from those sapient lips
That swayed my better sense.
For making me believe.
For making that forlorn woman, my mother,
Heave a momentary sigh of happiness.
She believed, for a moment,
You were the One,
That her Sita had found her Ram.
Thanks now, for all the tears she sheds,
And for the thousand shattered smithreens of dreams.
For the increased palpitation in the heart Wednesday last!
Thanks for the moment
When you held my palm in yours
And said you could see Arundhati in stark day-light!
Thanks an ocean for the vows,
That you could pronounce in Sanskrit impeccable,
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At the door of Death
As the one question knocks
Persistently the walls of his living heart.
Death reveals Himself, seven suns later.
Death lives not in Hell, nor Heaven
Nor amid reeking carcass, nor amid purging souls.
No, Death embellishes the throne of his own Empire,
The King of Liberation and the Liberated.
Death is a kindly demigod, radiant and young.
His tongue speaks naught but the truest of the Truth.
Death smiles at the visitor, a human
Clothed in earthliness-a mortal.
The Human bows, and asks
“All conquering, all pervading Lord Death,
I seek answers!
What is Life? ”
“A choice between Good and Comfort.
All that is Good may not be a comfort,
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