And when the last show has been done
And the curtain falls, one last time, on the night
And the stage, abandoned, except for those who
Lurk on the edges, undoing the glorious garb it wore
When, the people slowly pour out, in the
First great wave, than a trickle, as the flow
Is damned, in loud, then hushed riposte
If ever you could, hushed…
When only your other self, that wowed remains
Ethereal, formless on the emptied stage
You sigh.
The high, of having been that form
The regret of now leaving it behind
And always, the yearning.
Why did it have to end?
11 February, 2012
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February 11, 2012 at 9:50 am
What a beauty Usha
I asked Autumn if shedding leaves was a must
and it smiled and said it is if you want a spring burst 🙂
you weave such beautiful poetry…
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February 11, 2012 at 11:21 am
Soma 🙂 What a beautiful reply… yours and Autumn’s!
Thank you, infinitely.
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February 11, 2012 at 11:56 am
Beautifully written lines. I see Joe still lingers on. So you see it doesn’t really end. In tthoughts, in dreams, in hopes and in hearts.
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February 11, 2012 at 12:07 pm
Tito. 🙂
Joe lingers, yes. He will, always. And yes, in the nicest way possible.
Yesterday was Annual Day at school. I kept seeing him running around, that year, those years when he was a part of it. It was rather overwhelming, that part, though I did enjoy the performances, and helping our little snowflakes (a Winter Dance of the Snowflakes was what I was part of 😛 ) to get into their costumes, tie their hair! It was fun. And poignant.
Thank you, Tito 🙂
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February 11, 2012 at 2:37 pm
Why did it have to end?
Why indeed. Usha, loved this. The ethereal formless being left on the empty stage… wow that’s a lovely way of putting it.
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February 11, 2012 at 9:03 pm
Shail. As Tito has said, it does not have to end I guess, we take it along in our hearts 🙂 Thank you for the lovely note 🙂
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February 12, 2012 at 12:14 am
Yeah… it doesn’t have to end, we take it along in our hearts.
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February 14, 2012 at 6:46 pm
IHM, hugs. You’re right!
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December 16, 2019 at 4:05 am
Joe and Akash were my batch mates. Most of our batch mates are having their own families, getting married and are now in different continents. I did not know that Joe was the only son to his parents. Looking back through the years, I’m considering how his parents coped up with the loss of their only son.
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January 25, 2020 at 5:21 pm
Thank you labeltrans for writing in.
Indeed time has passed so fast, but I suppose the those who grieve, while they must move along, time stops at that moment, does it not?
However, life goes on.
Thank you, once again.
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