IN SEARCH...

I lie now calm with eyes closed,
And peace finally rested on my face.
With some others surrounding my deathbed;
To lend this end a serene grace.

The soul still had a disquiet manner -
A manner where it had found no end at all.
And continued to search for that one look;
A look which could embarrass the final call.

There were faces with tears and indifference around.
While the face and the tears that could shudder my soul,
Was still not anywhere to be found.

Let no flowers scent the end I meet.

As there is fragrance of love that I carry with me.
The warmth, the aura, the intimacy,
Would travel with my body to my grave with me.

The story ended, but not the struggle for peace.
Yet again, I lost the last, short glance.
I announce the end to the end of this grief
And my soul now gives up on the final chance.

Since time, to you, made me a lost story,
Since my memories, now, don’t remain with you.
I owe up to all of that on my own
And carry with me, some part of you…