PreciouS AsheS

In the past days of ours

Thy eyes searching places,

Halting at mine.

Days pass on

While those eyes

Spoke volumes.

Felt your presence

By the warmth

Of your breath.

Felt your pulse

From those clasped arms.

In the times of low

As my childhood teddy,

Your hug awaits, no matter how Nerdy

I was.

In the times of Joy,

Those giggles and goosebumps

Gave us the

Happiness of Napoleon’s Triumphs.

 All those special words on cards

Those emotions tied to

every knots of

those gift packs.

Past days gone Fast.

Comes a time

When those eyes

Turn black and blank.

Veiled in tears

Rolling down pearls.

Comes a time

When those

Priceless presents

Get piled up

Set with fire

Turns into a heap

Of Precious Ashes.

Gone those keepsakes

With the wind.

Few mornings with mournings

Again comes a time.............
when......
-Ram.