Death Stalks

Death stalks
Wearing the plummage of life,
Rituals smirk the words
of yore.
The noose, ever presesnt
The unseen eyes
scans not.
Peering backward
The clock ticks,calculating
the span of lives.
Life a shadow,follows death;
Illusion fogging
The reality,a cancelled cheque
The breeze dismanles
The body on the earth,
And death walks away
Searching another mantle.


Written after a few days of  Munna's death.

The Past

The past whispered into my ears,
telling me of years
gone by.
I moved not,
in the still air
to hear the hoarse
voice of the bygone.
The language unknown
yet the stories known,
spread like a web
to catch me in snare;
The lips moved
 in indistinct murmur
to songs that were
sung in yester years.
They beckoned me 
to touch their texture,
the groovy voice
down a deep well,
I moved a step
down the ladder 
a step at a time 
into it's depth.
Today was forgotten,
the past more real,
Dazed I saw
it clutching my hand.
It drew me near
fast into it's bosom.
Relieved we felt
tears streaming
down our eyes,
Sighed---
We took a long breath
And then became friends.