Poetry

Separation

You stepped into eternity
Left me in time’s purgatory
I tore up my past –
It was tangled with memories of you
Future petrifies me because of the void you left within
A thousand abysmal days have trudged by,
Tell me my son,
What should I do with my time?

Mourn for me no more, beloved mother, father,
The past cannot be changed,
I left, ‘cause it was my time,
Not to cause you sorrow.

I see myself in you
I wish you could see that too,
Grieve for me no more;

Let time not be a burden –
But a pleasant voyage,

Live your life for me,
Until we meet again.

In memory of Dr.Giri

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Published by Lekha murali

I write what impacts me, what strikes my fancy; as I live my life day after day. Once an idea takes hold, I go where it takes me as I try to shape it into some form of written expression. Each idea is a beginning of something inexplicable. As I work with one, it may grow into fruition, go dormant biding time or just die away. As I run with an idea through the annals of my mind, not knowing what would be fashioned from it, I discover something about myself, gain better understanding of the people and the world around me. On this blog I have shared some of that experience as stories or poetry or essays. I have also added some quotes I like. If you enjoy reading the pieces as much as I enjoy writing them, please share this-link with someone you know. Thank you, Lekha Murali