'Aniket...where are you? i love you...i miss you...'

standing at the top
Of a cliff...
Over his head
The unlimited sky
And below
A limited life
Just flowing by...
This life...

he cried...
In severe pains
And shouted out loud...
Again
For the third time...
'Aniket...where are you?
i love you...
i miss you...'

his words..
The teary cry...
Echoed back
To him...
Kissing the mountain range...
Those deodar...fir...green dense
Waving in bliss of the morn...
A sacrosanct sense...

he closed his eyes...
Tears flowing like a flood...
Opened...
Just like his tears
Of happiness...
Just like that...
Full of passion...

and he heard
'he is not here...
he is strumming his guitar...
But here I am...'

he opening his closed eyes
Closed...pressed...heart
Saw...
John Lenon...
standing straight...
Double fantasy picture...
A shooting scene happened perhaps just before that...
He was all with his spread out love...
Love that caused fire...
Love that made people sing and dance...
Love that caused enemies hug...
Love that made people cry with joy...

he stood...
Surprised...
Remembering smoky days...
A terrace
Of a building
Fourth floor...
And dear Aniket...
Singing
'Imagine...'

he was then
Transported to a kind of heaven
-Central Park,New York...
he saw the star...
he bowed...
he smelt tasted savoured
Undying Love...

he saw Aniket...
Smiling...
With his guitar
Hanging from his shoulder...
And John
The sweetest John...
Just by his side...

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