It’s going to be 12 AM,
I didn’t get a wink of sleep,
My heart senses a kind of happiness
And a calmer contentment —
The extremity of suppression and depression
Transcends to a joy, I guess!
I never notice dates now-a-days,
However, this morning in the monitor
18-10-2014
Disturb my eyes and my mind,
Certain things, how much ever we try,
Our eyes and mind can’t skip or miss.
Yes, it’s his birthday tomorrow.
Five years ago, I was singing him ‘happy birthday to you’,
Now, obviously his birthday must be celebrated,
By his wife and family…
I am too far though
I can’t stop sending wishes through cosmos,
I care not whether he cares,
Or he filters my wishes
From the air or moon or sky or shine or rain,
Indeed, he might not even remember me now.
But, I wish him all the happiness;
As his birth really made me feel
The most beautiful or worth-living thing in the world,
So, I cannot stop celebrating his birth!
If I were with him by now,
I would have read the below poem by E. E. Cummings:
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)”
And indeed would have told, Happy Birthday my love!