By Pahul Sachdev
The tears which won’t stop their flow,
display only a small part of my sorrow.
It is the rest of my life which will truly encompass;
my trials and tribulations-without you amongst us.
The permanence of death scares me.
The reality of not hearing you ever again
or the inability of my eyes to see.
My hands yearn to feel you.
My senses are hungry for your presence.
The permanence of death daunts me.
The word ‘never’
leaves no scope of adjustment.
It spares no room for comfort.
Nothing remains of you.
Your body rests in dust and ashes;
your soul wanders to places unknown.
It is only your memories I cling to,
desperate to keep
at least some part of you.
They say ‘don’t be afraid to move on’
but what atrocity is life with you gone!
Pieces of you remain,
tied to my life like an invisible thread-
constricting me, my heart and soul only to you.
The day I lose them, is the day I’ll truly know dread