The Ultimate Day

The Ultimate Day 

The setting sun, the returning birds,

The Muezzins calling from hundreds of minarets for its time to pray,

The cool breeze, the calm waves,

The silence that followed

After the streamer sailing on the Bhosphorus brayed.

My perturbed mind, continued to ride the tide

With unanswered questions from different parts of life.

One asked me of, “What I will be?”

A traveler, a writer, a poet, a banker or trader

Successful or failure in the time to be.

Another asked “Where I’ll stay, in my graying days?”

Will it be Ephesus or on the shores of the beautiful Paradise bay?

Then came the third, reminding me of friends

With whom I don’t know why relations have end.

Before I could delve into them more

A fourth thought came in, compelling me to think

Which I have tried writing in ink.

Despite of -  Whoever I be

Wherever I stay,

“What is that I would want to do on my ultimate day”?

Beautiful memories of friends and family flashed in my mind

All of whom, I wanted by my side

I guess that’s all that I need

And would want on The Day

No awards, no medals

Just some more time with them and the setting sun at bay.

Finally, I look at You (setting Sun),

You look at me

There I see you winking at me (becoz that’s what I’m currently doing, standing at the bay).

I smirk at myself,

And that perturbed mind, which rode the tide

Left all unanswered questions aside.

In the silence on this beautiful shore

Standing among Your creations galore

Never thought, the peace that I had been searching for all these days

Will in a moment come to me.



All pictures and writing (c) Pooja Kumar, 2014