Epilogue

While in the last seconds, I remember those 3 sequels, long woven by me will change. The past, the present and the future.
Those last seconds reminds that there is no future anymore. Its just the past; I thought was lost long before, will speak for me.

Silence before I walked in, silence once again after I'll walk out...
So my story ends, and a poem takes birth...

Lets begin again...Could I or should I ??

Not at all the day was silent but me

those green screens, that scented corridor

From where I passed a week before, or two may be

checking my watch; it was my office time

Unknown I went straight, Dr. Roger, my old school mate

Checked my pulse, the heart and eyes

I said “Beating as ever”, and giggled

never knew, that my smiles too, someone was counting

Life changed that day, nah, it’s not life any more

from that day on, I am lying on this bed,

Looking at the dotted sky, birds flying like my thoughts,

hearing those birds, meeting those whom I longed to meet

Two weeks passed, met many old and new

today, no one here but she; the loveliest I knew

I never spoke of pain even to the closest of my pals

today its hard time to keep calm, warm breaths when keep sinking low

Senses; now I started loosing ‘em all

that chirp going silent; light, slowly fading

Nerves loosing their hold over skin

skin, that too getting colder now I guess

“You will get well” few of the words I heard from her

I saw her last time, I guess to see her looking at me; and that is love

To keep her memories forever; forever though going to end soon

Alas, the last breath came out, it’s little longer than the rest…

Silence crept in. silence of death, no different than any other who died. Only difference is that I lt it just once, wont say in my life time, but yaa, at the time to leave behind the smallest thing I ever won.

The time when money ends, friendship ends, relationships break and yes, love too parts away. Love, the word that kept me wondering for long in this life.

Just for pleasing me, I babbled “Will surely meet you again, in some other world” be it a snow flake in your hand, or a fallen winter leaf when you walk along in your garden. Wont’ be able to live long in that world too, but will hope that those moments will come again and again.

I will dream again of you, as snow or as a dried leaf, the day when I’ll come back. Again a snow will fall in love with those light brown eyes; a sunken dry leaf will again see you that day, hoping somethings will still be left to share.

Do feel it that time please… at least for a few moments more…a few moments early

Do hold me that day, the way I held you few years back… You remember right!!!

Long live the beating hearts

Long live thy blooming flowers

Long live the candles’ flame

Long live love; well that’s the game…