ECHOES

One is truly the loneliest number,

Ever wondered why 9 is the highest single digit?

That’s our limitation,

Closing our eyes creates alienation.

Shadows cover my perceptions,

Living on life’s substrate for long,

It gave me strength enough,

Nothing makes me weep anymore.

I’ve been with anomic loners,

I’ve been in biotic community,

I’ve looked outside,

I’m looking inside.

And now when the springtime passes by,

Acrimonious words doesn’t move me,

Long lost memories reverberates back,

Leaving a little smile in my face.

Echoes of the past flows by in cadency,

Faces blurred by the mist of time,

Mistakes never to be mend,

Still I love to look back.

Nothing can instruct or conduct me,

Now when the grand-finale is nearby;

Truth is how I look at facts,

All my possessions seem futile.

If someday they ask me if I knew you.

I would smile and say,

“You were a friend of mine”,

And I walk away to remain.

(And)If someday they ask you if you knew me.

Remember that I was a friend of yours.

Lost in a different avenue,

Loved and lost in the uncertainties of life.