It’s been Seven years my friend and as I look back, it feel like it was just yesterday we bonded over coffee, smoke and alcohol;
How time flies and how life is an illusion of sorts;
Today is your birthday and I wish I could pick up the phone to wish u, many happy returns of the day;
Is there something called cell phone in your world?
I wish I could find my way to communication in your world free of suffering and material bondage!
I miss you and at times, it terrible;
But, I feel that you have never gone anywhere and you are keeping a watchful gaze over us;
At times, I feel your presence through the emotions to let me know you are visiting;
You have never gone far away from us;
Yet, you choose to go without telling;
That’s how life is my friend and I know you are laughing when seeing me typing;
I know you are very happy wherever you are and I feel happy chatting to you at times;
Happy Budday, Sudhendu Bhai;
We will meet some day.
PS: This poem is dedicated to a dear friend of mine who passed away in 2006. How I miss him but he makes me feel his presence so many time. I shall come up with a post during the week end.