For My Dear Friend Yeshi

Nothing worth-hankering than the gone days

Gaiety there even in an argument at thin air—

I remember such happened twice or thrice fair,

But the cemented friendship grew on to bay…

Even now, with this cherishing thought so lively,

I feel we share a great deal each other,

 Even if not privy in mere mundane sense,

As our tie was knotted by the golden thread.

But the partition to the yonder unknown,

The realms we destined to step on,

The play of a chasing curiosity or sense,

Created a frail barrier as it’s in fact.

But the vicissitude has this gift for us,

To cherish on with each funny memory—

The gone ones are golden in true sense,

The dreamy nature soothes, teaches…

The sought struggle now,

The betterment in any,

Can’t mimic the gone ones,

The gold wrapped up in tattered cloth.

In your quirky gesticulations,

In each languid movement,

Your fastidiousness in a piece of narration,

Your smiles,

Your touch of tidiness,

Your way of facing…

I know them so well.

From an alien land

I call thy name within

Coz that I've time now,

But in later turns

Wish they aren't cruel

Letting me blot out those sweet memories

For the menial chore ,

The self-levied burden.

Dear friend!

Do remember me in your prayers!

And take me as ever in your pristine heart!

And I hold on…,

Would never let go

The destined bondage in clear light.

And today, at this moment,

I happened to make out this odd piece,

The popped up thought’s wish

To paint even with an unskilled hand

To leave something for thee, my dear friend!

And feel only from those odd lines,

No place for artistic beauty to be observed.

Just try to trace my feelings!

And I feel and pray ever!

Your true friend Norsang

From Hayange, France on April 4, 2013

Taken by me with my phone camera during one of my initial times here in France