Like a distant dream, I muse
Those glorious golden days
As we share the distant views;
Of our journey to the mighty gaze
Of those large round eyes
Waving and praying to let go of our lies.

As the smog clears, I recall the emotion
The smell of those tiny streets, the beat
And the whistle of the great ocean;
So close yet so far, waving even in the retreat
From beyond the horizon, so nigh
Trying to get over the walls so high.

We wept together in your demise
Perhaps she was loved more by the divine
As we garnered the feeling of despise,
We realised there was no reason to malign
In life there are many deaths many separations
One can only hope to meet again in other incarnations.

You stole my piece, my first shot
But you gave me my smile
Come back to me, the times long forgot
Those melodies are lost in your exile
I write to remind you of our last scream
We shall meet again, my friend, in a distant dream.

© Rakesh Bal.