there is always a feeling
- of incompleteness
- of loss
that always linger in every part of us
that’s why we keep on searching
for something, someone
to fill in the void, the emptiness
within our hearts, within our souls
we keep on searching and searching
for anything, for the unknown
just to satisfy the gaps, the missing pieces
of our life, that we do not know existed
until we felt the ache, the hunger
- for the unknown

"HI THERE, STRANGER..!"

A certain slant of light
(in the evening)
said to me softly:

” A stranger was here
...looking for you.”

“She spoke your name
as one who had loved you.”

I thanked the light
and hurried on until I came upon

a certain kind of birdsong
(I was unfamiliar with) .

Delightedly it told me:

“ A stranger was here
...asking of you.”

She spoke your name
as one who had loved you.”

Thanking the twittering
I hurried along.

A sunrise and a sunset
also spoke of this stranger

who spoke with goodness
in her heart
and always asked for me,

Many times our paths
crossed...
...or we just missed each
other.

“ A stranger...just gone...
your name...full of love.”

Finally I found the stranger
or the stranger found me.

(What does it matter) ?

The stranger was no stranger.

She greeted me with a kiss.

I kissed her kiss
and embraced her embrace.

“Is it time yet? ”
I asked her.

“Not yet...”
she smiled and whispered
“...not yet.”

“So, to what do I owe
this visit.”

“I just wanted to see
if you...remembered me? ”

I grinned: “How could I forget...”

We kissed goodbye.

I waved.

She waved.

I said goodbye to

my Death.