They sprinkle over me
water of roses; apparently thick and golden.
I am reduced to dust.
I am covered with dirt.
And they sprinkle over me
water of roses again.
I am not happy.
I am angry.
I am sad.
I’m just not the same, they used to know.
My happiness is lost somewhere,
why can’t I go back and pick those tears that I shed for you.!?
I cry over the smiles that rolled down your handsome face all the way up to kiss my forehead.
I sing with stars.
I sing to stars.
I sing to you a song of love.
I smell like oceans.
I smell like you.
I breathe like fish that is thrown out of water.
I wear black on yellow days and
white on black nights.
There is a corner in my room where I go, hide and cry and laugh.
I eat and drink the air you lost your breath to.
I miss you. They miss you.
I love you. They love you.
I miss the touch of your skin.
Would you not caress my head and bless me with all your love?
Can you come over and hold my hand, it’s dark here?
I needed you.
I need you.
I loved you.
I love you.
Where are you now??
I miss you.
Did you eat something, huh?
Do you not hear me calling you out over and over again and ultimately cry? And now that you’re gone, I eat and drink the air you lost your breath to.

The chapter has closed but the story has just begin. 

Dedicated to my late Grandfather S. Basant Singh.