I met him under trees,
I met him in the orchards,
He was holding my hand, with wrinkles on hands, rough enough to feel anything,
They had a story to tell but I couldn’t listen till he was gone.
Those dreamy eyes and weary face, soft his voice was sober in taste,
wild intentions he had none, could it ever be river flows none ?
Time keeps me reminding of you and moments don’t pass.
They say time is a healer but for me grieve hasn’t passed,
like a ghost your memories keep haunting me,
like a wanderer they keep roaming aimlessly.
I met him on ways to and fro,
And those ways have now become a mirage of yours.
You tread a path and I used to follow,
but least did I know this is gonna be so hollow.
Seasons change, places change, time changes, world changes
so do people and their places but who’s gonna be your change ?
I don’t feel like crying anymore but its just that piece inside you,
you start to try to stuff that place but it becomes more unoccupied.
I see you at the places we have been,
I see you up above, i see you in and around me,
I see you whenever I feel a sense of you around me,
I see you and live with the memories I am left of yours,
I see you shining in the darkest hours of night,
I see you raging like lion while you are gathered by beasts,
I see you on mountains which you conquered by determination,
I see you in palaces which were ruins once before,
I see you in between your death and my life,
I see you always.
I see you.
This poem is dedicated to my beloved uncle whom I lost last year .