Till I Arrive - Poem by Manukrishnan thulaseedharan
The day was pale, so was she
all were mourning all day long.
It was raining, raining heavily
for she lost someone, someone close.
There were people, lots of them.
There were trees, lots of creatures.
They were mourning all day long
for she loved them all as one and same.
They cried and cried all day long
for they will miss her lovely songs.
They prayed and prayed all day long
for they will miss her kiss and love.
A funeral it was, never looked like one
there were flowers, lots of them.
She always wanted flowers when we tie the knot
that did not happen, she could not wait.
So i gave her the feel of our marriage
where the bride and groom
lives in two different worlds.
She loved sarees, red her favourite
so i bought her a red one, she looked divine that day.
She looked pretty a little pale.
She was smiling, i love her smile.
For a lifeless body in a wooden box
she was way too beautiful.
At last it was time for her journey
everyone had a role to play.
Some were crying, others remembering.
What should i do...
cry or remember...
Why should i cry...
for i 'am not loosing her, she was not going away.
Who should i remember...
i cannot forget her as i 'am made of her
and she is made of me.
So i choose to live
i choose to live and wait for that day
the day when the groom will finally get his bride.
The day when what was mine long ago
will be mine forever.
I will wait for her message
she will come when it is time
time for the journey
journey to my soul, that i gave her
to keep with her when she left.
So that she won't miss me a single day.
For i can live as a man who lost something.
For she can wait and love my soul
till i come to make them both mine.
I won't build any monuments for her.
I won't write her name on my body.
For she wrote her name on my heart when she left.
It hurts, but i will keep it there
so that she will kiss me and heal my wounds.
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