Saturday, 17 January 2015


O Death! You are supreme.
You are the only truth in this turbulent voyage of life
You are eternal, nothing can make you perish
You are that Everest none can ever conquer
You are nature's supreme messenger.

You're the ocean of love that nothing can fathom
You're the harbinger of peace and hope
And you're the dearest one to me.

My bereaved heart pines for your coldest touch
In dream and reverie
In reality and wakefulness
I pine to get lost in your
Supreme timelessness.

Come on, my beloved chum
Squeeze me in your tight embrace
Free me from this abysmal ditch
Of mundane relationships.