Baskadia

The Humidity of my eyes could not hold the streams that flow from my heart, the news of your departure punctured to death even the maturity behavior of my life. That news birthed the baby expression of me.

Your loss has driven to the ocean the powder of our friendship,

though we need to weep,our moment together dwell in the safest place of our heart, a mountain of vault where no wind or storm or day or night can lift

Your caring heart houses our joy, your love was an adventure we didn't hope it ends. Your uplifting words lighted every heart to hope and connecting us all to future commitment.

Your smiles rediates like light, your angers flashes like thunder without voice.

Your silence echoes light to the alters of problems

Sparkled with surprises are our hearts when the flow of your meditation gives birth to the results we struggled for.

Even though your days were brief, Your commitment and impactation becomes a living spirit that awakes us all to value the time we spent together.

Now it's impossible to see you with these physical eyes,

Although we can't take off the gaze of our souls from your face,

Your smile as seen in our souls brings back the flashes of the sweet moment we had together.

We don't just want to look for you , not only in our memory, loneliness would sentence us to everlasting gloomy.

We would want to see you in presence where death has been tied, where sickness is powerless, where seperation from you becomes impossible

Rest on until we have finish our own assignment on this surface, rest on until we journey into the path where our roads meet, rest on till we meet in the bossom of the Lord .

Poem for those that have ever lost their loved ones. Dedicated to my bossom friend who got me inspired while growing- Haruna Nurudeen (December 1989-Feb2006). Rest on brother.