Friendship

Outside the train’s window,
The world moves away in a blur-
The trees,
the patch of green fields,
The cauliflower shaped cloud,
The huts-
Everything slips away,
Like the grains of sand passing
Through the pores in the fingers.
Inside the train they sit.
Face to face and
try to recapture
and bring back time,
That had run away from them.
They bind the time in chains
of their words,
Lest it slips away again.IMG_20170902_125708.jpg

Our Simba

Simba 2.jpgPhotographs remain,

Reminding of times gone past.

They stab at the mind with insensitive abandon,

And incite pain, eliciting tears.

When the clock struck eight.

You chose to move on the sly.

With a final shake of your head,

You, the fighter, bade the final goodbye!

Its been now a year past.

Of mortal bonds you are long freed.

In the elements of nature now,

You, we continue to search and seek.

In the lap of nature you lie

Shroud of wet earth as your cover.

Rest in peace in nature’s company

And dwell in our minds forever!