Musings

Hi there. We are still in the midst of the fund drive in sending goods to victims of the storm. I helped Dez do the groceries and picked them up. Then I got my own marshmallow and happily chewed on it. It is still raining and it seemed Christmas is drab. I wrote this prose way back and I found this as a perfect companion to the weather. I am not depressed. But it is part of me and I think there is something about beautifully depressing stuff- like songs you can't get enough .

Unknown epitaph


I will be your hidden lover
unannounced to the world
unseen but always there waiting
when the night falls..

I will be the secret friend
who will smile in public
but cry in private..
My fate is written so it seems

Fate has a way of playing with us
and I can't fight it...
might as well fight the moon..
you are meant for the world to see
and I am mean to be hidden
in this secret world we created..

I will hold on
to this love that will last generations..
time and distance
and then will end with my memory
hidden under ...

Unannounced, not remembered, forgotten
like hand prints on the sand.
one day, someday , maybe
but all these will end
as laughter will always end
and so is pain...
but my heart will still beat
on the other side
even if my body is laid to rest
in an epitaph that is unknown..
but known to love.