I may not have left anything…but…
September 16, 2020
Death is more like air as it flows and prevails,
a portal at every breather, to slow down and ponder,
to move on to something beyond touch.
At that point when I am gone, know me dear
for what I really breathed, two things scanty: love
and freedom.
Never mind anything else, everything else is their trailing
dust
of chaos, misconceptions, longings, wonders and aftermaths.
For they are not just two words, they are abstract
nouns, and
like everything abstract they are complex and need
insight,
pauses, patience, art and kind of deep look that goes beyond
and when I am gone, know if you have never known me
that I was that abstract which you failed to value for
all the missing perfect realism; that must have veiled
your vision.
Yet if you can, go a little into memories step by step
and breath
for at least once I must have touched you and that,
only that is me,
know me for that, only that. When I leave, I will
leave in content
coz, everything outside and inside me, I converted
them into love and freedom
at my own pace and in my own ways.
Written for the prompt---
Weekly Scribblings #37: Last Messages at Poets and Storytellers United
"love and freedom" are the best of legacies...
ReplyDeleteSometimes the most precious legacies can't be touched, only experienced
ReplyDeleteThis is incredibly beautiful, honest and heartfelt.
ReplyDeleteLove and freedom, yes!
ReplyDeleteIt is so comforting to think that ‘Death is more like air as it flows and prevails… to move on to something beyond touch’, and that, in our lives, we have breathed love and freedom.
ReplyDeleteI liked how you drew out what was important and what could be left behind... an inheritance to those you love
ReplyDeleteLove and freedom are treasures. You know what is important.
ReplyDeleteTwo lasting values: Love and Freedom, nothing else. Thanks for sharing and hope you are well.
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