When I die…

When I die

The pigeons would still flock to my balcony in search of a home

The clouds still would float like boats in the sparkling blue, some in clusters, some lone

The grasshoppers in my little garden would still dart between patches of green in a flurry

The snails would still shed their shells and move at a leisurely pace, without a hurry

The herons would screech, the cricket would still break the evening bliss

Days would descend into night and night into day in quiet and peace.

When I die

The morning noise of the electric kettle would continue to break the peace of the world

The frying pan would sizzle with hot oil and the white and yellow of eggs being broiled

The smell of ground coffee brewing and toasting of fresh bread

Fruits would lie in queue, waiting to be spread

Breakfast and lunch boxes would be filled in hurry

The car would arrive at the gate on time, people leaving for work in a scurry

When I die

Meetings would continue with their important agenda

Clients ringing cash registers and celebs facing the camera

Presentations would be made and negotiations would rage

Career would surge and performance records would break

Till all battles are won and you are crowned as King

And time does its tick-tock and the alarm bell rings

When I die

There’ll still be the same hustle and bustle

Of humans and cars and buses

Of screech and cacophony of the young and the old

Of the smart and the fools and of those loved and those abandoned

Of achieved goals and buried dreams

Of race against time and winning the stream

When I die

My boy would sit on a quiet evening and stare at the western sky

Staring into the golden hue as the sun blushes like a bride shy

And into the expanses of green afar and the bright lights near

His big beautiful eyes would search for an invisible me, with a smile and maybe a tear

His heart would open wide and seek me in whole

While I float along hills and crevices, embracing his loving sweet soul