That one page

Have you seen the book

With one empty page

To write your own story

On this single page

The color? It’s different

The size? It’s different

The page stands out

You could spot it

In a thousand pages

It’s lost

Amidst all the other pages

Beyond recognition

The writing? It’s different

The language? It’s different

Is it part of this book?

You would ask

Very much, I would say

It’s bound at the bone

It completes the story

In its own way

It’s the page

When the reader dreams

Dreams that have occured

Have I finished the story?

Not quite

Midway

Maybe

It flutters in the wind

Eager to turn

I pause

Just a little

On

That single page…

Reunion

Small talks

Little laughters

Shot size bantering

Is all there is

Is all there will be

Crossing paths

Like two cars passing by

Short-lived acquaintances

They come and go

And there are plenty

Starting with small talks

Ending with small talks

These are loose threads

From another lifetime

This I am sure if

For

Each life

Is a reunion

Of the souls..

Silence

The silence is deafening

The humming of the cooling machine

Cacophonous and humdrum

There was another noise

Talking to silence

Just a while ago

There were voices here

Just this afternoon

There was laughter here

Just this morning

There is this long

Narrow road

Of silence

A valley of longing

There is light

No doubt

At the end of this road

But I must tread

One step at a time

Killing each moment

Of silence at a time

Another machine revs up

With pictures and voices

Talking to me

But they have no ears

There is noise around

It’s my silence

That is deafening…

Riding the waves

The waves come lashing

One by one

There is a small one

Then there is a big one

As I look out

There are so many

Everyone is looking out

Everyone is watching

At their small waves

At their big ones

Unknown is every course

The strength to ride it

Comes from heavens above

Can I choose

Me thinks

There comes a big one

With a resounding no

I could be submerged

Under it’s magnanimity

Or I could struggle

Just a little bit

With all my strength

Ride over it

The more I think

The more easy it is to be submerged

When I let go

I realize

I’m riding the waves

The turn

The turn

One day we will all make that turn

For today

We are lucky enough

To pass by

That day

Someone else

Will drive us down

That road

We will not return

With them

We will join our loved ones

Who before us

We left there

A place sans pain

A place sans expectations

There we will be

In our purest form

The way He created us

Until we assumed bodies

Developed relationships

Built expectations

Failed

We will leave all of this

One day

When we make that turn

Chord

Faces forgotten
Words long gone
Look them up here and there
Old pictures and words
Some people exit without a trace
With known intent, sometimes
The chord stays, a thin one
Weathered by time
To remind you of its strength
Long ago.