wet memories

I lost two wonderful friends to the sea this year. for all their robustness and good hearts they couldn't battle with the waves and.. no poem.. no pile of words can lessen the acute pain all of us felt and still feel whenever their names bristle through our minds.I may write a million corny lines but still a loss would remain a loss..a void in life never gets filled.

I was viewing vibhor's album on orkut &I saw RABI and DAVID's snap. It pricked my conscience; this poem is not written by me. this is written by their divine grace. just see the calmness and innocence on their faces... lets all pray not for them..for they don't need our prayers..they already are blessed ones.. pray for ourselves so that we don't forget them ever..we are human..we are the victims of amnesia..keep smiling you two..amen..


friends of may
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two friends lost their way
on a shimmering summer day
they loved, they played on the heap of hay
they made memories baked in the sun of may...

they grew old and they went weak
many mays passed and so did weeks
the tales untold did whisper
their playgrounds and toys did end in a whimper...

and coins they amassed ,they jingled
and death knells?? ah they lingered...
the friends of may ended their stay
could death do them apart?? ah nay!!

the two souls from may still do play
under the sun on a holiday
the two souls still amble in the park
they still do their jig on the lilt of the lark...

when the swing swirls in tandem
and the sheep are chased at random
I know the two souls are at their play
the two lovely souls ; born and dead in may...


( I wrote this in MAY.. coins : friends
death knells: memories and their souvenirs)