The Passing

I went up Misty Mountain after your
Funeral, not to rejoice but to chase
After a memory thread created
At the moment of your ill-timed passing.

Sheer white walls greeted, shrouded my presence
A hissing silence overwhelmed, as I
Treaded down that lane or this path along
Our picturesque but dysphoric vistas.

The cool fog was an apt sombre blanket
Its embrace I welcomed despite the chill
Listless, I sauntered amidst an avian chorus
Birthing my adieu; my sincere farewell.

As I bear down this passage, linger and
Bespeak for me a spot in the Garden,
For as I traverse my longer route, I
Long for our jaunt here there rekindled.

Stay Love, heal Love, rest Love, wait Love.


Lambert
(08/01/2016)

Musing from the bank of River Kuantan

Sitting there, under the shade of a huge Neem tree, facing Kuantan river, I gazed at ripples created by passing boats. Traffic noises in the background were almost silent in the serenity and tranquility offered by the vista.

The wind that ruffled my hair felt soothing, bringing along wafts of harbour, estuary smells that made me wrinkle my nose from time to time. Another boat passed by, halving the stream almost, churning silts from the bottom, muddying the water, sending waves to both sides of the river, which made little slapping sounds as they hit on the embankment near me.

I sat on under that Neem tree, enjoying the comfort its shades offered, at times flicking off little insects and ants that fell from its branches, to kill time, waiting for my beloveds to complete their errand.

(29/03/2016)