I traveled a distance
To see a great sage
With wealth only seen
In poor men’s dreams

I arrived at a shack
Broken and bare
I knocked and I entered
The old sage was there

his home was a sight
quite humble indeed
nothing extravagant
nothing to see

Where of the wealth?
-I asked, aghast
How can you live
with nothing to give?

Well what about you?
-He countered
Where are your things?
What do you bring?

But i am not from here!
I'm not like you
You see, I'm just passing through

He smiled and whispered
I'm passing through too.

I lift up my head
And see nothing.

I close my eyes
And see all that can be

But, eyes wide open
I stepped in doubt
And sank myself.

On acres of  the dawn
I sow sun as seed
And the moon's face dark!

Then comes the night armada,
I sow my labour to the day, forced
To pay wages to the dark!

The day comes in whirlwind
Flaming coals to the eyes sore
I sow my unborn feet burnt!

A trip of irony running,
Carvorting in ectasy moon
In eerie season of unknown!

Death is the permanent cessation
of all biological functions
that sustain a living organism.
It’s baffling
Perplexing
At times difficult to comprehend
moments shared
Love shared
And the next moment
You’re gone
Such a thin line
A frail line
Can be torn at the slightest pressure
Your smile is gone
Your laugh, gone
Your touch, your presence
How did it happen?
Where did you go?
I’d like  to see you at least one more time
Your touch  is cold now
Your skin
Pale,
snow white
No smile, no laugh
No hugs
You are gone
Till we meet again