Go away words!

Lo and behold, you’re all gone again,
Shameless words, why taunt me? What you stand to gain?
When all I seek, is to sing the glory of a friend,
Why scamper? Why hide? As though your world’s about to end
Do you hate to immortalise our glorious past?
Of days filled with tears, laughter and endless joy,
Of days when our eyes twinkled like a breeze kissed flame,
Even as our world-blackened souls dimmed and sagged like wicks,
Of days, when the sight of my friend, so dear,
Would turn forlorn night to day, instantly like some trick.

As I walk past the many benches, shades and stumps,
I see they’ve become beautiful winter-free trees,
Rooted on our endless friendship, and fed by eternal love,
I see they carry juicy delicious memory-fruits.
I smile, even as tears roll down my cheeks,
I see us there and choke, I miss my friend now, like never before,
I kneel to water our many eternal memory trees, with my tears;
And take away the soil of our times on my knees.

Go away words, I need you no more,
You can't script what my tears haven't, already,
You can't bloom like the flowers or taste like the fruits,
So stay away please, pretty please, please.

Oh! pyre pyre,

Oh! pyre pyre,
Your marriage is now solemnised,
The groom, the fire is here, and I,
The priest that not just binds, but burns,
To unite you, in holy matrimony,
As the sun would marry the water to the clouds,
As the wind would marry the sand to the desert,
I shall bring you together, and then be seen no more,
As you both run, chase each other, through my every pore,
And only you two, in holy matrimony, would be at the fore

Let me burn at least

Friends, friends, my dear friends,

Huddling around me as I lie on the pyre,

What do you cry for? Why drench the logs?

Are you trying to save me from the fire?

Hey! the hand that is stroking my hair,

Where was it when I sat in the room?

Yearning for the hand to hold me

Dying for the caress to save my life

Ah! the hand that feeds raw rice,

In my open mouth that I can't close

Thank you! only if you had come earlier,

Only if you had fed me when I needed it most

Hmm! what an embrace, I think, only think, dear arms,

For I can't feel it, from where I am, outside,

Where were you, when I needed one?

As I sat staring at the grey walls endlessly

Hands that care and eyes in spate, 

Don't drench the wood, I ask of thee,

Let me burn now at least, it's all I want,

Go away, for your tying me to the stake, let purpose be.