The Last Moments

A dream broken

An unheld thought

All those precious visuals

Going into nought.

A journey not yet over,

A convoy incomplete,

The caravan disjointed,

On this lonely street.

Unheard pleasant chirps,

A half silent voice,

Unrecounted moments,

Huh! How memory toys.

A story unwritten,

An unfinished verse.

A promise unkept,

An un-lived curse……

Venkatesh Kumar © 2012