The Last Words

I

Some framed memories: occupying the barren walls,

(Whose protagonist is now missing)

Stares back, saying “Adios, my Friend”.

A new life ahead, new settings,

To leave safety of the old behind

And start afresh.

For the Rendezvous was very dream-like

Or perhaps a Dream indeed.

In the gaps of your shelved books,

In the songs that chime through,

And in your dreams, like a whisper…

All you’ll hear is:

“Adios, and only Adios”.

II

These mere words, could be the last ones.

From the Poet to a Lover

To the Beloved of the Lover,

They keep passing on.

Conveying but only one message,

In the parchment of reminiscence;

Saying “Adios, my Beloved Friend.”

So look back, if you may, to that Love:

That stays, even after thousand goodbyes.

For that, which is beyond Life and Death,

Never dies, never ends.

And though those days are gone

Of incessant talks and unrestrained thoughts.

A twine will remain, there in the thin air,

Of these Last Words…

Adios, my Friend. Adios!