When I Am Gone...

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 When I am gone,

Remember me as a wildflower

That bloomed somewhere outside your beautifully manicured garden

Unloved.

Unnoticed.

Happily quivering in the autumn winds,

With all her colours

All her fragrance

All her ecstasy

Only to find her dewy petals

Withering, someday, with a smile.


When I am gone,

Remember me as the clouds

Floating aimlessly in your azure sky.

Drenched in hues of red and orange

And golden and purple

Happily playing hide and seek with the lazy red sun...

Weaving a myriad of dreams

Into your evenings

Creating the perfect cradle for your stars and your moons

Only to find herself dissolved into the darkness.


When I am gone,

Remember me as the wind

That caresses your face

Settling on your lips, ephemerally,

Like a butterfly on a flower

And then drifting wherever her heart takes her to.

Aimless..

Unchartered....

Through the mountains and the valleys and the rivers and the seas

Gliding though those deep dark boughs of leaves and flowers

Only to bring back their fragrance to your little world 

Making way through your closed doors and windows.


When I am gone

Remember me, for who I was.

A poetry, that was yet to be written....

A song, that was yet to be sung...

Some smiles and some tears, lost somewhere within the depths of oblivion.

Some unspoken words...

Some unread pages....

Probably, as the scent of baked cookies,

Or, old ink stains,

Or, the perfume of wild jasmines that lingers over my neck and wrists.

When I am gone

Remember me as the star that exists invisibly in the daylight,

Glittering even in the darkest of hours, to guide home the lost souls.

That makes wishes come true

Even as she falls apart....

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