Mourning

Do not mourn the dead... they live on within you.

Do not mourn the ones, who moved on in life.
Do not mourn the friends, who no longer are a part.
Revel in their being.
They may not come back.

But a part of them, now lives within you.

Notice

"यहाँ पर चापलूसों और घूसखोरों का आना मना  है"

मेरी टेबल के ऊपर लगा बोर्ड यह कहता है.

Questions

I have this inherent knack to ask questions
For which
a) Answers are not forthcoming
b) Answers are not politically correct
c) Responder does not deem to respond.

When will i learn to keep my lips sealed?

The Missing Ed!

This friend of mine called Ed
Has disappeared and i see red
You see he had a hold on me
And kept me from all baloney
As he is gone.. i'm going mad
And you can see, a wee bit sad
He keeps me sane and happy
And not idiotic and flappy.
As he is gone i am all stuck
Have run out of writer's luck
I cannot rhyme, I cannot verse
I cannot sing a tune adverse
I think i can no longer write
In my tongue, for all my might

So dear Ed, wherever are you
Come back soon.. a poem's due
And let me write my verse in peace
And drum up my old expertise
Come back soon so i may write
And spare me this sorry plight!!
Oh yes  let this be said
His first name's Brain
The middle Heart.
Brain Heart Ed, that's all.