One day sitting on a resting chair
much before dementia age
sipping a cup of tea
suddenly you will think of me
wanting to talk to me
looking at a book’s cover
But , I will be gone forever
Much we followed misunderstandings
than understanding
trivial matters were discussed at length
never did we use our full strength
to rescue our relations
and with full of emotions
your eyes will drop a tear
because I will be gone forever
Friends and friendships
not to be used like things
it has its own life and breath
dont let it die before it’s death
as it’s the only bond
which is most sacred and pure
So live with it instead without
see them , meet them
have an yearly charter
Who knows next year
I will be gone forever
” Though we don’t speak ,
You are always in my thoughts “
These are the escape routes
In a life map , we take this bypass
So that our mistakes get a cover
We do know it’s not true
as we don’t speak, not because we can’t
because failed even to try
Today is today it won’t come later
As tomorrow I will be gone forever
Life after death is false
Rebirth is such a farce
I have stopped believing
As this life is everything
You will realise this
When we are dead it’s over
By then I will be gone forever
Still sitting on a resting chair
You will finally pick up a phone
After looking at book’s cover
To call me and hear my hello tone
It will keep ringing and unanswered
Tuk ! The phone goes off
” May be she is busy and will call back”
Million times you will check your phone
And adjust the ringer
But then may be
I am already gone forever”
rutuja 