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Enmeshed in ties of blood,

Strung by an umbilical cord

With its snapping, a bud

Comes to life, that almighty accords

 

Besieged by inherent emotional bond

Through the journey all along

Flourish affiliations so fond

That one dreads to trample upon

 

Some gravitate for the love of craft

To others, intellect appeals by far

Rest connect with purity of soul

Cherishing memories of chosen heroes

 

Their legacy of accomplishments so inspiring

Radiate a cult like influence

Infusing hope in budding talents

Who otherwise by failure get dismayed

 

Hunky-dory the relationships seem

Till the moment they last

When providence casts a shadow of death

It dawns, how transient and fragile they are

 

In conjunction with emotions lies pain

For bereavement, none can be arraigned

Wish life came into existence

Without the frills of human intervention

 

The same bud that once moistened eyes

On its inception with tears of joy

While the soul departs from its body

Evokes wails and leaves us teary eyed

Dissipating Memories

Memories tend to get effaced

Despite being so intricately laced

A spatter of amnesia each passing day

Lashes the recall, to drift away

 

Time does cope with emotional healing

Life organically assuages hurt feelings

Never affording a moment static

Its essence remains truly enigmatic

 

Guilt then quibbles with the mind

Of shallow affection during lifetime remind

Let alone being beholden till eternity

A passing thought over time becomes a rarity

 

Buried in deeply dug narrow trenches

Where isolation from their kin wrenches

The departed hopes, someone from the clan drops by

To pay homage and their longing mollify

 

Lost in the worldly charm

Call of final journey rings no alarm

By acts of ingratitude, fate we all seal

Forgetting, every mortal shall pass through same ordeal

 

Time certainly is the biggest healer

To this chugging capsule, here’s my feeler

Let the pain of parting from our ancestors

Linger forever, so that reminiscences never fritter