She was a phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
A lovely apparition, sent
To be a moment’s ornament:
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair:
Like twilight’s too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful dawn;
A dancing shape, an image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
I saw her upon nearer view,
A spirit, yet a woman too!
Her household motions light and free,
And steps of virgin-liberty;
A countenance in which did meet
Sweet records, promises as sweet;
A creature not too bright or good
For human nature’s daily food;
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears and smiles.
And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine;
A being breathing thoughtful breath,
A traveller between life and death;
The reason firm, the temperature will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
A perfect woman, nobly planned,
To warn, to comfort, and command;
And yet a spirit still, and bright
With something of angelic light.
She was a Phantom of Delight by William Wordsworth (composed in 1804)
They all start with “In the fond loving memory”, the condolences but I can’t frame a sentence with that. Thought hard to come up with something sensible but failed there too so I continue what I am good at…talking to you! Remember how you had said ” Mero bihe ma dherai icecream khanu hai”. Well, I don’t mind licking ice creams these days. Strange. I’ve changed. Your parties have changed me. From marriage to the death ceremony. It’s the 13th day. I wonder about its significance. Even so I would like to extend a heartfelt condolence from every one of us here (National College, Bachelors in Development Studies (BDEVS) 6th Batch) my friend. Hope you still remember us.
We are the same, you should be too. The classes go on, the timings haven’t changed, and the canteen still has the same menu: fried rice, momos, chola-bhatura… we eat, we have started laughing, joking. And you linger, your smile, your super cool attitude, “ma jasto hunuparcha no tension” dialogues. We thrive on memories, every one of them something to treasure.A complete circle of life. You had it all, you did it all….What fate to be writing a condolence yaar…what existence….but no more tears for all your smiles. I smile in the memory of the truest of friends, in the memory of an unforgettable journey that only few get to share, and a friend so few are blessed to have.
May your soul rest in peace my friend…….
Gone for the days, gone for the nights
when the goat was chewing the grass
the slaughter took a chance
he thought that was the end…
of love and pain
and later in the evening they burnt the canvas…
of goat and blood
hit by an iron hush you slept like a baby
were you scared? did that hurt you, the unfortunate’s lady?
unable to go home, did you talk to the pebbles
in a painful babble?
did you wait for your best friend to know of it,
or you thought Monday would be too late
to mourn over your fate: the death?
and before walking into an unknown territory
did you touch the wound,
or you secretly entered in a new womb?
“Gone for the days.
gone for the nights.
where should we look for you?
in the stars?
in the flowers?
or in the monsoon showers?
lost in a whirlpool of memories
you often float in the surface
and in our common dreams
you sing: live and don’t be afraid
Written By Kamlesh