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 with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)”

 And indeed would have told, Happy Birthday my love!

 lonely