The Loss

I can feel your touch,
almost smell your soul
I can see your face,
when in my dreams you stroll.

I can experience the warmth everyday.
Those caring eyes that have so much to say
I can read your lips when in silence you whisper,
there can never be anyone else for me,
the way you are.

You are the light of my soul.
In the drama of my life,
you play the most important role.
but I have to face reality and reality is,
you are unreal.

unreal for good?
no, by no chance.
how I wish I could forget your, never before seen, glance.

My life has taken significant turns today
I have learnt to stand up.
But how I wish you were by my side,
see me grow.
How I wish your absence would not create a void inside me,
how I wish you were with me for real,
not a mere figment of my imagination,
not a fragment of my dream,
but a part of my existence.

I am still waiting for you with my eyes shut,
the way I have always been.
I no not what part I want you to play in my life,
a sister, a mother, a guide or a friend,
But someone, who in every role can blend.
Someone whose presence will fill my life with bliss
someone whose loss I will gravely miss!

God will…..

The world is topsy-turvy
Blood and flesh and tears is all that I can see.
Was I born to witness live bombs
Was I not born to be free.

One nation bombs the other
there is an attack on another,
innocence is drained of all its sanity
one life can kill today all humanity.

nine months does a mother protect her child in her womb
but today she stands with her hands outstretched
begging for his life when he is dead already,
waiting perhaps for a miracle, waiting for a boon.

The warmth of the world is so cold today!
that eyes are devoid of tears, these rivers have seized to flow, have dried.
The face is so awestruck with the world
that the light within has seized to glow.

There is darkness outside and darkness within
man today seems to have forgotten to distinguish between
great deeds and sin!
But the light of hope still glows
Dimly, but glows,
And the river of life, of new heartbeats, somewhere, quietly though, flows.

If men continue to destroy life,
send dust to dust,
if a mother is forced to grieve over the body of her child
because of someone’s greed for lust,
A day will come
when,
the killed will question the killers, and
the innocent will revenge the sinners.
And god will let the innocent have their say,
when he will be forced to pronounce,
“ Today is ‘Judgment day’”