A white vision of loveliness approached
The doomsday come and gone forth.
Moody and cantankerous
Breaking down at junctures of urgency
She made clutching hairs in despair
A meaningless, everyday gesture,
Her gaze loomed across time and space
Civilizations and mindplay, all a day’s worth.
Alas that good things come to a closure
So, it was, as the Wise Anon are wont to say.
True friends with benefits, never in the vulgar way
The parting amicable yet disturbing
Pieces of heart and mind cut with invisible hands.
Adorning someone else’s room,
Enriching some other lives,
Frivolous pursuits of another like minded
Ageing grace she epitomises
My beautiful, wondrous companion no more,
For a span of eight earth years
My precious secret keeper – my Pentium 4.
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Glad you made it this far...would love to hear your take on the words scribbled. A comment every now and then keeps the blues away. :D
Since, crazy Mr. Blogspot won't let me reply to the comments here (is upset with the water ladies ever since they refused to verify visitors)...will do the next best thing, drop in to your blog to say my Vanakkam/Namaste/Salaam/Hello.