you called, i came,
that's what one does,
when a friend,
is terminal.

i watched you doze.
body skeletally thin,
face no longer yours,
more drawn and alien.
skin parchment draped loosely,
on a collasping frame.

quiet i sat,
not ready to disturb.
you woke and smiled,
with effort, moved
to bring me into focus,
you reached for my hand
and beckoned me close.
inside my heart lurched.
"glad you came, just needed
to see your face."
my smile tremulous,
as you gently squeeze my hand,
with all your strength,
"not long"
you sigh on laboured breath,
i nod unable to agree.

you slip back to sleep.
giving me,
momentary grace,
to gather myself,
my thoughts.
inwardly, i mourn your choice to cease the battle,
fought and won twice before,
but,
i know this is my need,not yours crying.
when stronger,  you as always, eloquenty explained your rationale.
battle weary,
knowing the final outcome you chose,
not to walk toward it,
but let it come, without fight,
for you, not fear,
but faith's reward.
pallitive care was all you sought.

the warrior woman,
had put away her sword.

you told me, all this, one day bright with sun,
as we watched my child play.
you ended the conversation with these words.
this is not suicide,
dear girl, but grace.

again you stir and mumble,

" live well my dear one"
"as have you"
my broken reply"
"go, for now there are others to see"

i put my lips to yours,
special in intimacy.
i walk from the room,
your salt tears on my face this will be my last time spent with you,
my mentor, my friend,
my sage wisdom women.

in the garden of death's place
i sit myself down
and water the world with my sorrow.

Tell my heart
to let go.

Wonder what’s imagination?
Where are the seeds of imagination?
That sprouts in our mind
Sometimes dying as a sapling
Or if nurtured, can grow strong as oak
But who plants the seed in our mind
Is it imagination within an imagination?
How can one cocoon the other?
The foundation of creativity is imagination
Somewhere our mind does travel for inspiration
Does imagination inhabit any other universe?
Visiting us with its momentary flash
Providing enough light to germinate the seed
Have we deciphered the brain?
Sometimes it feels as if it is planted in our body
To control the whole nervous system
Isn't it that we are in a way powered by our imagination?
Or, am I imagining too much about the concept of imagination
For now let’s imagine we are living in the only inhabitable planet
For we have achieved so much by virtue of imagination
All that we see around us were once a figment of our imagination
Why don’t we imagine that we can accept everyone?
For what they are, and not imagine that we are superior or inferior
Maybe this imagination will really come true
For, if we can imagine, we can surely make it a reality

© Amitav (Radiance)

Excuse me sir, but
"Heartbreak" isn't metaphor
It's physical pain.

I want to drown
in your sea.

If every scar could write a story,
then inside of me lies a book.
If ever I dare dig deep enough,
to take a proper look.

To put pen to paper,
and bring to life, Past and Pain,
to scribble out
and exchange,
Words for Scars.
Reality and Truth.
To risk my foundations shaking,
my earth, Quaking.
and leaving me roofless
seems Ruthless.

If every scar could write a story,
then inside of me lies a book.
If ever I dare dig deep enough,
to take a proper look.