- - by a disciple and none other !

On a grief filled hour
He left for that unknown horizon
Maybe true peace lay among
Higher realities
Had been a rough ride through
Over mirages of life’s glory
Some say true glory is found
After one is gone
In living spirits from cries of
Souls who sob
To see departures of blessed souls-

I was touched by that eternal flame
An artist lit
Kept my thoughts warm
Made the meanings clear
Of an artist’s artistry and life,

He had made friends with the waves
Promised to reveal secrets
Of songs of birds
Smell of the motherland
Miseries of the muscled common man...

The long haired guru stretched his arms
Ones that would create history
Over canvasses of life’s glory
Pictures of village folks
He felt their cries
Inside bottoms of his heart
They too needed someone
To show them respect
Sketch their tales
Of being ruled and forgotten by
Vultures of the city.

It was a web he spun in our first meeting
Little did I know what would happen?

Caught in admiration of a blessed soul
The monkeys and dogs witnessed our bond
Friends for life we shared same thoughts
Wanted to visit distant lands
In homemade boats
He would paint while I would write
Always knowing the maestro is beside
This broken pen will feel the difference -

I watched the sunset of his life
Found an ocean of lively spirits
Made me think twice
Could not share true gratitude
When we parted
Said our last goodbye.