When Time has seized my mortal stuff,
To wrap me i her eternal sleep;
Seek me not in the unknowable land –
Where all sensations cease.
Search me not in the darkness of oblivion –
Greet me in the faded hums of your dreams;
Or grace my words with your tune –
Let sweet memories be, by roses strewn.
If ever, you fail to see me there:
I shall greet you hidden amid the dawn,
When flowers, their faces shall unfold –
To pass a smile of charming hues;
Or listen to the wind whisper your name …
For I shall be forever … when no more!
[27 Nov 2001, Guwahati]