The day that I died (on the passing away of a loved one)

That day dawned so blindingly bright
That was also the day of gloom
It was the summer solstice , right?
The spectre did correctly loom

Of heartbreak and wrenching loss,
No words can describe the feel
of being abandoned, alas
In a world brimming to the  fill

With gaiety and mirth and song
Of schoolkids waiting for buses and kisses
Of radios blaring, and life going on
As if nothing's  really amiss

Of heart's sudden desolation
and a world torn asunder
In a blinking, an unfelt motion
I cremated my dreams, desire

With full vedic rites
The smoke spiralled
out of the temple spires
and in my soul snowballed

a deep dark belief
that here lay the remains
of my  insignificant life
I too had borrowed a leaf

out of my grandmother's
book, and laid myself
to rest ,in the depths of ganges
where we submerged her ashes.