My Immortal

Eighteen years ago, a star was born
The genes said it all -
Beautiful, fair and tall.
Endowed with the most melodious voice
Like sparkling fresh water tinkling over pebble,
Like white pearls spilt from velvet bag-
Onto pure, white marble floor.
Her beauty resonating into her
Beautiful mind... building beautiful
Character, full of goodness, kindness and compassion.
Graceful as the white swan sailing down yond lake.
Calm composition, a light and lively life -
A sweet soul!
Born to achieve great heights and tread the path of success-
As nimbly as a dancing sunflower in the afternoon breeze.
But for unforgiving fate, seeking to clear the debt
From some life... to the agony of all - she was

My Immortal...

An everlasting tribute from her dear little brother, who saw the world a year later



Dedicated to the one year everyone remembers: Twelfth standard in school

I trudge home, a weary novice
Footprints of yore get tramped on
And a dull light clouds the face
Masking identity, merging with the common

Seeing no specific destination, none -
The stars that lead the way are many...
Hypocrites. The truth clouds the sun
Into an infinite nothingness.

Everyday dawns anew, true
Yet follows the previous gravity -
Into what seems even more new
Yet reeks of familiarity.

Life, indeed. Youth, a mockery.
Wasting precious years in building
Plans to an invisible, seemingly merry
Afterlife... like chasing

The golden star.

For, everyone has changed. The world
Now sings a different tune,
And the dancing changed... long ago:
Musicians don't know their scores.

Life that ruled a year ago -
Was. Life that drags its sore load now
Is not. Yet, one clutches hope
Close to the heart and toils.

Caught in a world of familiar strangers
Fighting people I myself do not know
Nor bear any grudge whatever.
All towards an illusive goal...

Come together friends and encore
Before time changes all of us
Into sheer memories of yore
Corrupting the building mind thus.

For, in a year, you go your way
And I mine... ‘Tween the two,
Fate and future do destiny lay.
Till by providence they cross... to continue.

Malicious memory touches us so that
We remember th' times we cried,
And laugh; but recalling a laughing instant
Brings out a tear and a sigh.

When the mists are gone and the sky clear,
The storm has slept and thunder mute
Let the hands of God land me in a place dear
The times good and the future suite.