A wave in the Ocean

Such is the finality of our goodbyes
That never will we meet and see eye to eye.
Time and again you pointed that it’s all fleeting past
But I heard nothing as I juggled faster,faster,fast.

There will always be time we thought
To catch up on our cups of tea
One more chance perhaps, to stir tiny sachets of sugar free.
May be an orange in the winter sun
Or over the guavas from our own tree...

Now that you have turned to ashes
And there isn’t a shard of hope or doubt.
No greetings would have such flourish
Not even your imperious voice

Never would there be such a rain,
Of gushing words of wishes
Never one more hearty rendition
Of the tale that’s been already told….

Such is the finality of our goodbyes...

Now that you are gone
And our chances to meet are none.
Wish you a happy passage, into the state unknown.
Wish you be a zestful wave, in God’s big ocean.