To the Lady Who Shares My Last Life’s Mother’s Name

Dear lady, dear friend, pyaare dost
We who shared many a tale
Many an angst of what was happening
In that company where we worked
Whose Boss was our dear friend
With whom we had many a wine
Who himself was at odds with his company
Or more correctly with his sons, the three
Now you have moved on to that land
“Land of the free, home of the brave”
Why not take on that country by storm
Do not look back to this Modi country
Modi whom you could never look eye-to-eye
This country where I reside in all innocence
Well, maybe you can remember India
After all, you love India though not Modi
And you can also love that Lady of Kashipur
We three have shared a rare bond, talking
Bantering, gossiping, dreaming, and what not
Now though is the time to let me go on my way
I who have a task to undertake, of great urgency
I am not the intrepid soul like you to take on
Whatever fate throws at me, coming out unscathed
Scarred I am in many a way, and now tired
Tired of life and its many zig-zagging ways
Though our Kashipur friend says I am the one
Who walks zig zag, and teases me not to do so
Let me be alone for the moment, for this time
When time hangs heavily on my soul, the past
That keeps coming back to me, with its accounts
For cryin’ out loud, no I cannot account for the past
The past where I was a fool of a rare kind, bungling
My way through life, hurting some along the way
Now life holds no terrors nor enticements to trap me
I have gone forth into another territory, from where I see
All this life is but a dream, and for some a nightmare
I want to pierce through this illusion, end this dream
What more can we talk, what more can we share
Why dream on, though you do so if you want to
I want to end this dream, now, right now, this moment
Hence meray pyaare dost, no choice but to be summa iru.