Ages may surpass;
I shall never from you depart.
You ceaselessly toss;
Me as a new life apart,
From one wrought to another due start.

I am like a wave
In the ocean of your creation,
That rush and rave
Towards the shore in tidal motion
Only to be drawn back, and sent a same.

Though having not
Seen you or so oblivion of
Your sight I shan't
Let my invocation cease off
Nor my ceremon will ignore your chant

Vast is the ocean
That my vision can’t cover
No one  can number  
Many a star in the skies that hover
No one can measure the power of the invisible

Years run across
The time, filled with your passion-
Ages may surpass
But my affiliation with you shall never stop.

The soul memorizes
All pleasant past;
Then it agonizes
The departure of fond ones.

Such were the times  
By-gone by the journey,
That occasionally chimes’;
Memories sweet as honey.

As years rolled by,
Far flung the great times;
But those moments stood by,
In the melody of her rhymes.

Do you think you end by your demise?
And say, ‘death is a full stop’.
Or believe your spirit will somewhere  arise
a new, and opine, life is perpetual.

Reason me your picture
if you think the former.
Or, if doubt the later, think on those lines,
that I do as well, and have your say.

Every thing you own is ‘yours’
For the house that you own you say "my house”
Likewise for the  hand, in your physique,
you say "my hand"

Your hand or head or heart isn’t you
but, they are in you and is yours,
so, WHO ARE YOU!? Is there an essence in you
that keeps you going from ages to ages?