(07 Feb 2006 – 29 Jan 2010)

The memories you left, created treasures more King,
The pain we embrace, we rejoice for meaning we did.
Our tears, they bridge a stairway for us to reach,
Your wings around us surely, when hear we rustle of winds.

We miss you so much Nadia.

Remember I the times sore,
Stricken; afflicted and wretched.
Besetment assail’d from above,
Like the bottomward that downpour’d.

There sat I at sixes and sevens,
Dazed at what just befell.
For at the bridge knew not I,
What wrong I did nor neither fate might.

How did such beauty and perfection cease?
Why my imaginary cloud shapes no longer pleased?
For the bright blessed day of just 5 minutes,
Now overcast acerbity.

Though things may sometimes I never know,
Left unsolved it may best be so.
Memories more precious for there in Heart stays,
But storms will eventually dissipate.

With time I sat the more I knew,
Darkest clouds too come and go.
Silver linings are there always,
When storms pass there they glow.

It’s all at variance; the feeling now after ye move.
166 a place dear now seems so at ease.
Leisurely seated on the blue-tiled stool as writing these,
For depart’d fear of chance you’d see my doing this.

Not ever hoped I that I may glimpse of Thee,
Nor ever dreamt that my sight would cross with Thee’s.
But solace seeking and relish that I stay here,
Near my very own yellow-signed love story.

Even though Thou’s shadow has shifted expectedly,
More of a memory, a picture frame in mind it hath left me.
Yes, it may look silly or crazy some have deem’d.
To this special place frequent I still constantly.

The taint’d white cat cuddles up next to me,
As if it knows me, of my solitary misery.
Occasionally it steals glances; those that pierce right through the soul,
It be like saying: “Easy, I feel for you for I the same fate be.”

Still my thoughts would often play cruel tricks on me.
Thinking how nice it would be if all can restart from time on bridge.
For then, it would still feel like an eternity;
An eternity so perfect in fairy dreams.

How heart-wrenching that sound of bus should pull alongside me,
Snapping me out of my own world; this world of poetic release.
So as light breeze this night ends this week abruptly,
My leaving likened to Enya’s “Deora Ar Mo Chroi”;
“Tears Of My Heart” it sings indeed.

Bridge over calm waters we stroll’d, carried by the breeze of arvo cool.
Stopp’d in middle did we, sat to say things with glee.
What seem’d like a walk in eternity, I wish to take along thee and only.
Traffic which past and strode, not an inch felt; as if time stilled for we.

Things of said rarity, appeared in picture frame perspective.
The spread of eagle wings signified our very moment; feelings.
Even poles of light with differing properties, came to me as so very pretty.
Must be, it must be, when only thee next to me.

Though our meeting was haste and time which chas’d,
time which on the bridge, did indeed still for me.