Two lovers walk through London rain, and into the grand cycle of time.

Just a handful of dust
the lost sight of eyes
a dwindled flower
which lost its color and fragrance
a ruined patch of land
a barren field of decay
my face has been mutilated
my body left to rot till eternity
my soul lost in the cosmic grid.

Nothing is borne out of the dead
Gold cannot be made out of lead
Once the sparrow of soul flits away
the body becomes the food of worms.

Them reincarnated
them sent back to labor on earth.

From start to finish.

From start to finish.

A short writing.

How one life changed many other.

ITS SO MUCH LIKE LOVE…

A poem for those who have died or lost someone close.