Remembering a friend
in between waking up and making coffee,
I found you still living in a corner of my mind.
Thoughts are like snowballs,
they dig and gather from forgotten old places,
until, it brought you here
smiling that familiar smile
in your army green jacket and always unruly hair.
One thing I remember about you is you fondly saying,
how you loved your mother burning sang incense
on crispy mountain mornings,
the drifting of the fragrance throughout the house
along with her prayers exorcising your demons.
rain and umbrellas come to mind,
misty monsoons in Darjeeling,
hot tea, wet clothes, wet shoes,
good conversations and bad jokes,
they are all woven into you as stories.
the way you live, so will you be remembered
and I want to tell you
that in your precious short life,
you lived well because I remember you like it was yesterday,
your smiles and jokes, your easy friendship,
your generous nature
May the fragrance of your mother’s sang,
forever give you comfort and on random days like this,
when thoughts like wayward snowballs dig and gather
from forgotten old places,
again, I will remember you.