Something never turns back -
Time is that genre so prime;
getting past often so fast,
makes all run after the vast
meandering path of life
full of bustles, full of strife.
Todays or tomorrows just live
a short while, so fast and active,
memories overcasting minds,
find time so short lasting.
Just last year you went past
a shocking loss still lambastes.
Diving in the divine ocean,
for gems of your all sweet passions,
your memoir is written in tears -
as a companion to adhere
to my sand dune of hot blast
like planets deeming to last.
[ Written on the first death anniversary of my wife in October,2005]
your memoir is written in tears - as a companion to adhere to my sand dune of hot blast like planets deeming to last.........................yet so painful and i am speechless by words of emotion, most emotive and hurtful and poignant deep, i do extend my sorrowed sympathy at the bereavement of your passionate life`s friend,
As Hasmukh has put it, it is very painful...I really feel sorry for you Gautam...God bless you...regards...Indira Renganathan
Diving in the divine ocean, for gems of your all sweet passions, your memoir is written in tears - as a companion to adhere to my sand dune of hot blast like planets deeming to last.......it is so sad an painful.. nicelynpresented with concrete feelings... i read and reread it....10 read mine..innocence regained... memories.. bidding farewell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written and the emotions redefined here with your verses on lifes uselessness....hats off!