FUNKY PEN

I live through you, now Sputter and die... like the engine of the old Kawasaki, Illegible- like the Mughal Parchment, Knotted and gnarled, like the childhood banyan, Stained with disease, like the leaking ink pen I left I watch his movement with my playful eye, He spins shapes out of dirty clay. I remember the magician, I was myself, Years back, spotty and dirty. Ready for game..... His reflexes, much quicker than mine, His arms, much slicker than mine. His body- lithe, like the forest panther, His mind- an instrument capable of the most lethal demolition. I live through him now, I breathe his air. His spirit, lifts me from my chair.

I go on, Like leaves I fall, in the feeble autumn. Like comets I die, in the darkened spicy sky. Like sand, I escape your palms. But like day, I return...... Like sunshine I bask.............. Like ink I stain........... I am the sails, I bend ways, I am the anchor, I take root, I am the mask, I change color, I am the walking stick, I support. I am a dead man, not his burial. I am a devil, not his intent You never can end me, I am the spirit which glows in you and me, The spirit alive, in death, deface, sorrow and the morrow....

Death is reborn- an dialogue between you and me, when you are no more. I: I’ll be with you, till your last journey. You’re on your own after that..... You: I’ll be with you in form after that; I’ll be the crinkle in your sheets. I’ll be the indomitable shadow behind you, whispering to you........ Nestling you after that..... I: Alone you will go, the way you came in this world, prostrate on white.... We will carry you to your creator; we will support you, because you can not walk, like the way you came in, an infant child......prostrate on white..... You: I’ll be your foresight, I’ll be the lesson you never learnt, I’ll be there for you, when you remember or don’t, I: I will never miss you, as you are inside me, alone in your journey, but right beside me......... There won’t be a void in my heart, the place where you resided, now will a-flower, with the ocean of love we made.... So, Goodnight my friend, sleep well, for my mornings, they’ll call you again........... Let there be no ceme