Nothing is permanent, yet nothing could leave a memory than a said time and takes us around in all sound and fury in due significance and not. And how simple is 'life' when we yet find the means to complicate it.

The Promise, She Deeply Worshipped.

I understood

he is alive and not dead

after not sending me a message 

in my drive-

through his LinkedIn profile 

that was enough transparent 

and highly rich 

with his commendable journeys,

accidents and 

historical records 

yet the random 

but careful and intricate followers 

he made, except me.

But who bothers 

or gets least affected

when you realise 

and grasp well 

tomorrow is just a hope 

and not even a dream 

and all that's gained hard is

just for six feet barren earth 

and nothing more, 

not even any relations, 

you believe is yours'

or once was yours'.

All these was enough to 

to amend her each moment

she proved her keeping alive 

just for herself alone, and none else 

where false promises are meant to 

be carried false, when she knows 

well, no life exists simply on truth 

and this truth itself is a falsehood

to promise one's life to all around 

rather to oneself, and yet she glanced 

curiously to the LinkedIn Profile, 

to promise her, he keeps alive 

and that was the promise, 

she deeply worshipped.

© Parvathy Ramachandran