The closest is even closer,
Once close at heart, is now close even in being.
The immortal is free of the mortal
And in Devine does He exist.
No source is needed, now to get close
As the source itself belongs to me.
Indeed stupid it seems that once words conveyed feelings.
Souls convey them now.
Oh my friend, I am celebrating,
I am celebrating your departure,
I am celebrating your meet with the Devine,
I am celebrating the closeness just felt.
Oh here they are, they always add the flavor.
Oh tears what took you so long?
See my friend is celebrating silence,
And here I bid adieu, I don’t need you anymore.
I want to celebrate,
Celebrate Death with my friend.
1 comment:
i don beliv this..how could someone define death so beautifully..had i read it again i would b in tears truely..so proud that i know u ...
ab to i better get ur autograph copy ...bcoz m sure soon ull be among big writers..
this is among ur best poetries:)
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