I loved a love once, fairest among women

In a few days our 49th marriage anniversary will come and it will go as it did come silently.

I am not willing to wait my dear

Fortunately my Adelaide Notebook presented itself

And invited me to embrace it

It is my treasure as I wrote more about you

When I was in the comforts of Adelaide  home

Chill weather but grandson made it warm

Being here but longing to be there

As all of us think is sheer madness.

My note books have the flavour of Nicholas sparks

Novel Notebook and movie and also the ever  lasting 

Notebook of Srinivas Ramunujam...

Now the poem written in 2020

When the time came for parting,

Did you carry any residual love towards me 

O my dear with all the love , locked into my heart

The lust ful love

I have had all through my life,

I could not convey

The crude reality now is I can never see you

Anymore but the memories,the ashes of memories

Will linger for ever and the fond hope is 

They will float in the molecules of brain

Until I disappear into air and get dissolved

Into cosmos and shake hands with the creator

All that my parents and you gave 

To enrich my life , especially the academic life 

In more than adequate measure

I can never return back in the same measure

In any birth..

One thing I am sure enough,

I will remember all of you and also the 

Infinite labour of many in turning this clay

Into a reading machine and writing organ 

Effortlessly, aimlessly and foolishly and more feverishly

The blessings which I could hardly receive

In the births to come and hence 

I will be grateful to the Lord with all

My anger and uneasiness towards to him.

Shall I conclude with a few lines from Charles Lamb

Poem, The Old Familiar Faces:

I loved a love once, fairest among women

Closed are her doors on me ,I must not see her-

All, all are gone ,the old familiar faces

................

How some of them have died and and some 

they have left me

And some are taken from me ;all are departed;

All ,all are gone ,the old familiar faces...

Postcript

This write up which began as a personal tribute to remember my better half

Ended up with the current contextual corana situation where many familiar faces are gone and life itself has become more fragile and like flickering in the wind.