The Celebration

I arrived to conquer

every dream

and mystery
and plan;

This life

of fierce glories

has been

No ordinary Life.

Find me here

at every feast

in all the happy times;

Look up! and smile

and raise a glass

of fine beer or wine.

Store up the jokes

and anecdotes

for when we meet

around the corner

I will be listening

for your laughter.

In memory of Arif Tayabali, beloved family member, who passed away a year ago today. This is the poem I wrote and recited at his funeral.

Arif epitomised cool. Style and kindness radiated from his very being. Meet him but once, and never forget him. We are the lucky ones, who knew him, loved him, remember him in our yesterdays, our todays, our always.

(photo of Father on left, Arif on right. Father's paintings in the background.)