You fought your way to freedom,
However it be conceived

You gave your life to your country,
When it was in dire need

Now those you've left behind you,
Will wear you in their hearts

We're thankful and we're grateful;
Because of you we have a chance


© Karen L Hamilton, 2012

तुम्हारे जाने पे मैं रोया नहीं
न मैंने किसी से कुछ भी कहा
मैं बस कुछ दिन चुप रहा

पर देखा मैंने सब कुछ
और उससे भी ज़्यादा मैंने सहा

वो नीली कमीज जो तुम
अक्सर पहनते थे
वो आज भी प्रेस कर के
करीने से रखी है अलमारी में मैंने।  

तुम्हारी ऐनक टी वी के ऊपर
और छाता खूँटी पे टंगा है.. .

पिछली बारिश में
हम भीगे बहुत पर तुम्हारा
छाता नहीं छुआ..
याद है मुझको की
तुमको नहीं पसंद
तुम्हारी चीज़ें कोई इधर उधर रखे। .

तुम्हारा जूता मोची से सिल्वा कर
ठिकाने पे रख दिया है
घडी में भी सेल पड़वा दिए हैं। ।

बगल के टेलर को कुर्ते में
अस्तर लगाने को
और
माँ को तुम्हारा बिस्तर लगाने को कह दिया है।  

पापा ....
पता है मुझको
की तुम थक कर आओगे
पर इस बार
तुम कुछ ठहर जाना
आराम करना
मैं जूते उतार दूंगा
और पाँव भी दबा दूंगा  
जो तुम कहोगे
वो सब करूँगा मैं
बस तुम ठहर जाना

पता है पापा …
पिछली बार बड़े अचानक
चले गए थे ।


अनन्य नागर
पुणे

Somewhere in between
the waking and the dream,
I can feel you close to me.

Just before times hands
reshape the desert sands,
I can feel you reach for me.

In the blink of tear stained eyes,
watching weary to the skies,
I can see you cry for me.

In the breaking of the dawn,
in the dew upon the lawn,
I can see you smile for me.

In the bright rays of the sun,
in the new day just begun,
I can feel you warming me.

In the beating of my heart,
that once was torn apart,
I can feel you healing me.

In the shadow of the past,
from the dawn unto the last,
I can hear you call for me.

As I take my last deep breath,
as I fear the grip of death,
will you please just wait for me?


Written by Darren Scanlon, April 2013.
This revised version written 15th March 2015.
©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.

Sun, when drowns in the sea of love,
The stars come out to say goodbye,
And the moon watches from above,
Remembering his love with a sigh.

Light of Moon as touches the hills,
Iridescent flowers close their eyes,
Glancing, angels come out and swirl,
Harps then play to their loud cries, as
The night subsides and day arrives.

In every world you unveil the memories
To remember our deepest longings,
The fortunate accident to grown old
With another soul faultless for you.
The unaccustomed feeling is pure
To disillusion the hate reality,
The empty soul is yet somewhere
Passionate enough to awaken life.
Go get it from the holy basil
Spotless enough to compromise!

Wanting you dearly
Needing you clearly
Severely in love

RW Dennen-

Don't  cry baby
  For I'll be near;
I must go, my journey ends;
  so touch and kiss my picture upon the wall

Don't cry baby
  All is fine, just journeying and drifting
to a different timeless-time

Don't cry baby
  Life begins, beyond the stars,
    where spirits sing on high regards
to saddened hearts aching somberly,
  like slow breaking hearts and slow breaking waves
      upon a tearful saddened sea

Don't cry baby
  remember you; remember me;
let beautiful remembrances forever be
  about just you alone, alone with me

Don't cry baby
  Think of you and think of me;
with two hearts merged into one;
  walking hand in hand into infinity...

July 4th.**   *In Remembrance of a nation that once lived.