Ode to Death

None in the world has a promised tomorrow

And you do come with o days to borrow.

No suns no moons can ever hold you still

And for no moment no second delay you will.

If you are too certain to ignore you,

Then why should I ever fear you?

None shook your hand ever returned.

It seems you’re fairer than cruel we pretend.

If you’re so fair never return to,

Then why should I ever fear you?

I feel your shadow hovering around

With silence and darkness in the background

For that’s the picture the world gave me

And it may be true or may not be.

What if you’re gentle! I used to think,

And let my soul depart in a blink.

Then that would be a fair farewell

And a warm welcome to the eternal;

The world of justice I would behold

And give my diary the last fold.

So come for me when I can say:

I have no regrets if I now pass away.

If I had done all I should do,

Then why should I ever fear you?

Be brave and you may conquer me

When I can still stand and see

And let me not remain a mere mass

And wait for your arrival to pass.

So come to me when least expected

And  take  me  all  at  once. 

Tonight I read my father’s diary....

Tonight I read my father’s diary.

Pages smelled of sweat and were weary.

The font was ugly but words- simple

And told a story of tears on his dimple.

A rueful smile had often brightened his face.

His longings were all to give us an embrace.

But often failed and hugged us with prayers.

These words are alone for many years.

We have lived in his light

That he had given burning bright,

Melting and dying day by day

And all unknown we do here play.

Watching those drops of wax falling,

I see tears, from his eyes, dropping

Like a pearl rolling down those cheeks

That, only our smiles, sincerely seeks.

O’ father! Let me kiss those dimples now

Though wet with tears by now

To thank you for burning all your youth

But – I can’t do enough – to tell the truth.