Bulbul

The wind has turned colder

And the sky sounds like the year ending festivities

Parijaats, Shiulis embrace time with warmth

The warmth you emitted, emit.

How must Navratri be celebrated ?

Without you, Mumma.

The world has changed after you

The world keeps moving after you

How can the world move without a mother ?

The empty altar, now holds the montage of your memories

The silent altar, now holds the shape of your values

The grieving altar now holds the Archives

The heavy altar, now holds him every morning, every night

The tear soaked altar, now has turned rock solid

Where must we find our lost God?

In the winds that caress our hair like your soft hands

In the spring flowers on the hiking trail?

In the song of the Nightingale ?

In the stars -- million light years away?

Your yes in the tree's sway

In the old letters

Or your woven sweaters

In the lingering empty nostalgia of the hall

Or the lingering scent of you on the shawl

You won't return, will you?

Foolish questions I throw

From the nursery kid's row

No logic plays at his loss

He is the kid, the motherless child

Searching for his mother

In the void of mortals

desperate for any possible portals.

The wind has turned colder

It grips my heart with its cruel hands

Desperately I search for your warmth

In the icebergs of loss

I fall, fall and fall

Into the immense depths of the

Ice warm ocean,

Your echoes in every corner of the haunted mansion

That is where we meet

Meet, we must meet,

At the end of time

We must meet

At the end of doom

We must meet

And share a cup of your favorite tea