A Man to Remember Forever

Vinod, our guide, our teller of tales, Whose voice was the wind that filled our sails, Each joke a comet we’d watch with delight, Returning again to grace our night. Before the web, before the screen’s glow, You held galaxies of things to know, A living constellation in our skies, Mapping the truth through knowing eyes. You gave your hands, your heart, your years, Lifting our burdens, calming our fears, An adventurer charting unmarked space, Who lit in us that same bold grace. You inspired me to write, long ago, “My soul, on its last walk, sought love and peace— A place where my melancholy fades, Where I walk on until I can walk no more.” And in life’s last mile, your steps grew slow, Yet you walked on where star-beacons glow, Never letting the darkness claim The final spark of your soul’s flame. At times you stumbled, yet rose again, Paused to watch time’s eternal chain, Feeling both warmth and moments alone, Still seeing your soul’s true home. You sought that realm where stardust sleeps, Where love is vast and silence keeps, Where the music of sorrow fades away, And peace is the dawn of a brighter day. Among fellow travelers lost in the night, You shared your compass, your steady light, Teaching all souls who walked with you— That heaven begins in seeing life through. With Saroj, sixty orbits you spun, Two suns entwined till your race was run, And just past that diamond celestial year, You sailed beyond, to skies more clear. So journey on, dear friend, through the spheres, Past time’s horizons, past mortal years, Your laughter still rings in the cosmic air— Vinod Varma, forever there.