In memory

In memory….

It’s three dreary , long painful years since you left but its not even three short minutes that you are not missed and remembered . Your fine mind, gentle spirit and handsome face is missed at every inch of time!

I thought  Before and After  were terms relegated only to history …but my life too oscillates-around the events before You and after You….

Life before you brings the sweet memories of time spent together and life after you brings the wistful longings and pining for memories we would have crafted  and scripted together…if only fates had been a little kinder!

I can not let go the memories, can not start over but just moving on …swept and swirled by dark undertows of memories which I hold close to my heart, life is but a jigsaw puzzle with smithreen of memories..

Your grand mien  and endless attributes can only be rivalled by the aura and majesty of nature and all beautiful creations  reek of your sublimity…………

I feel you in the bracing gentle zephyr  blowing  and brushing  past me …and it gives me a second wind..
 
I spot you in the crack of the dawn….and it warms  my cold , weary soul

I figure you in descending crimson sun and it illumines my dark moments…

I find you in the waxing and waning crescent and it soothes my jangling nerves…

I hear you in the bubbling, gushing brook and it silences the  bedlam within…

I see you in the  scudding soft clouds  and  it lightens the lugging burden in my bosom…

I get a  waft of yours  in the colourful blooms  and it  gives  colour and fragrance to my banal wan face….

I hear you in the chirps and tweets of robins and it brings a languid flicker of smile across my lips…

I perceive you in the snow capped shimmering mountains  and it cools down the inferno of your anguishing separation…..

Your sight , sound and smell  running through always……can not step back in the shifting sands of time but shall  seek  you in a hundred lifetimes .. …shall never stop to Miss  you, Remember you , Honour  you , Celebrate  you and Love  you…..

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  1. Anonymous3 August 2023 at 20:10

    Miss u,luv u always

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  2. Anonymous3 August 2023 at 21:40

    Dear Sister,following lines are carved as beautiful and sober as him.
    I feel you in the bracing gentle zephyr blowing and brushing past me …and it gives me a second wind..

    I spot you in the crack of the dawn….and it warms my cold , weary soul

    I figure you in descending crimson sun and it illumines my dark moments…

    I find you in the waxing and waning crescent and it soothes my jangling nerves…

    I hear you in the bubbling, gushing brook and it silences the bedlam within…

    I see you in the scudding soft clouds and it lightens the lugging burden in my bosom…

    I get a waft of yours in the colourful blooms and it gives colour and fragrance to my banal wan face….

    I hear you in the chirps and tweets of robins and it brings a languid flicker of smile across my lips…

    I perceive you in the snow capped shimmering mountains and it cools down the inferno of your anguishing separation…..

    He is always with us. Not a single morning when I don't remember him, in my prayers, in my day to day activities where I remember his intellectual inputs and how he always supported my ideas, inspired my words and modulates my actions.
    He is a God brother who lives in heaven and lives in my thoughts,words,actions and prayers. God bless him with peace🙏💐

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  3. Anonymous3 August 2023 at 21:56

    Ravi jee may not be with us physically, but every moment he is indispensable part of our life.....watching you from the above how you are standing like a shamrock , making all his dreams come true. May God keep you healthy and happy....God Bless !!

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  4. Anonymous4 August 2023 at 02:45

    Hi, I came across your blog through Shreya Jad’s post. This is beautiful. And though, I have never met him, I know God sends limited edition of such wonderful souls into our lives.I hope that your inspiration to write will take you to places. Its important to write about grief. Lot of people cannot express but they can relate. Keep writing and take care.

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  5. Prom4 August 2023 at 03:47

    When the sweet madness of love took over Mira completely, she began to see Krishna in everything. This is what had happened to a queen, too, who, after persistent suffering and madness because of a man in her husband’s court, became a mad beggar in the eyes of the world. But in the depths of her heart she had found that Beloved who exists in every atom. In an upnishad it is said that not for the husband that husband is so dear to the wife but for the divine spark which makes him so gravitating.

    So much for my message! How do I know the depth of your suffering!!! But the universal husband in the cave of your heart knows.

    Jaise til mein tel hai
    Aur chakmak mein aag
    Tera saiya tujhme hai
    Tu jaag sake to jag

    Said Kabir who actually found the beloved that is never lost to us, the beloved whom we look for in someone else but know not.

    Beautiful post. It’s your lovely lines that brought out of me what I said above. Don’t blame me, blame yourself 😉

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  6. Anonymous4 August 2023 at 19:28

    Rekha , read each and every line of your blog ..u have put your heart in it . I know nothing can replace him..he shall always be a guiding soul with you . Have faith ..u r such a strong soul..u cann do wonders . Just be happy and keep moving . Thank you

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