Voices from the past are no more here
To remind and guide me as before
To speak and laugh together as before
Those people, whom I cherished dearly
Are, spiritually entombed,
In this ever flowing universe.
However, their energized words ever consciously
Replaying in my conscience
Stirring the memories from somewhere
To enliven the hope, which seemingly fades.
Huddled between many thoughts
Suddenly I have a remorseful feeling
Many have existed but unto ashes have gone invisible
My turn too shall come, sooner, maybe later.
This mystery of birth and death keep revolving within me
In loneliness it increases in speed
I wonder what this is all about
From unborn we all are born,
To be reborn again unto another plane
Only this time the transition,
Death we call it with sad intonation.
A passing that takes no turn,
Eternity locks this mystery
Of faces vanished in her timeless sojourn.