Let Your Soul Fly In Mystic

19 jan 2011 I was in a restaurant with a bunch of friends celebrating my best friends birthday . We were scrolling down the menu when one my friend's phone rang . He answered it then gave it to me . I knew it would be my mom. She calls my friends when I don pick up my phone , which is like all the time! I immediately took out my phone from my pocket and saw 6 missed calls . God was i dead! i answered the phone ready to be yelled at, but she did not. She asked me where was I so that she could send the driver to pick me up. Baffled i asked my mother what is it that needs me to come home immediately. She said "come home , me ur dad  granma going noida , sumit chachu jus died in a car accident". I did not say a word and hung up.  My friends started staring at me as the color drained from my face. Coming back to senses i told them of what had happened and went back home . After everyone left i sat down , i couldn't cry . It was so difficult to process it in the first place let alone react. He was hardly 30 with two daughters - 3 year old and one 1 year old. It was then when i wrote this poem .

Amidst this fast paced life
every smile has a price
we struggle , we fight
still end up with a miserable plight
the vicious circle of life and death
the fear of unknown with its wrath
the insatiable desires we have
the happiness that can only be pursued
oh , the congregation with their prayers glued
Sometimes it feels the almighty laughs in disdain
the poor man striving in vain
the psychic says its all in gloom
this life its relations all doomed
to understand this life is to cipher a thread
in mystic i lay , its the unknown i dread.


May you rest in peace