When I heard evil tidings
suddenly he vacated his life
I thought this word was a lie
How bitter it is to believe the truth.
Every day many beings
Life becomes a cipher.
One day every life remains as an empty vase
But, the mind is never hurt.
Bunch of memories
Tapped on my thoughts
The mind was cloudy and dark
No injuries on the mind even though
The pain is in the form of tears
When he found out he was dead
The tears seemed to fade.
But, even his memories
I was afraid those memoirs may melt
His death will haunt me for the rest of my life.
Until he knew I was dead
Now-
His memories
A few tears left me with sweet bruises.
Now I am remembering my bosom friends
It’s time to meet and recollect the past
I need to remember my childhood in their words.
it’s not an idle hour
If I waste a bit of second
someone knocks with bitter news
Today I want to see them.