Obvious tremble
gripped my very fingers
that were helped to trace letters – numbers.
My attempts of stabilising
spoonful of Holy water
fills up
dry eyes with drizzle
Lost sparkle.
…
I seek to reach-
the hand that held mine
stabilising my wavering steps
rock solid.
My efforts
to peel those footsteps
one by one
culminate in piled up pathos.
Sombre void
that stretches from
your being around
to
absolute absence
erodes my existence.
How do I revere?
Merely I stand, shocked and still
there’s trembling within
A pang of penetrating loss
wanders in heart!
… Your presence in flight of a white dove
light as crystalline drops floating from skies above
And the emergent empyrean scent
sketches that loving face and smiles silent
I sense you, on lonely days
With us… as always.
Translated from original Gujarati Poem
