Remember me as mellifluous verse, Or a melody you heard somewhere, A nail scratch on your back, The remnant of a winter night. Remember me as transience, And a bit of joy held within. Remember me as a stroll by the beach, On a summer eve. Remember me as dust, For I am dust and I will return to dust. Or better, Do not remember me, I am a moment, a breath, A speck in the universe, A speck in time. I am your moment of sonder, Found and lost.
Sonder: The profound feeling of realizing that everyone, including strangers passed in the street, has a life as complex as one's own, which they are constantly living despite one's personal lack of awareness of it. - The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows
When I was subtly stroked with a tinge of glee , you stabbed my heart with the fierceful pair of eyes that speaks truth, while your tears pour of happiness with a smirk , my heart bleeds in a chalice , you sip as slay..
When I pace about in a meadow of blossoms , you grab hold of a sickle uprooting them up - while the rustle of leaves subdues me - you wither them off with a stormy wild wind..
Hey demon in me! You never foster me neither do I belong to you , while I am known to the fact , that the world will never remember me , for I am not their metaphoric poetries, nor I am their emotions drenching them even after attaining their death..
I will be remembered as me for my selfless heart where I belong to absolutely!
//I am not a wine leaving back it's quintessence for a drunkard , I am a maple syrup - sipped with enchant even though never remembered//
Dear Beauteous souls, Drop a ❤ if you feel me & a token of suggestion. I'll be elated . --------------------------------------------------------- ** And after I'm gone, Remember me as the serene sonnet engraved in home of your heart . **
promises made to adore now squander along paths deserted and dark desire agony more than a calm
Death pleasing corpse reciting with a strangled voice Poem of remembrance on its last hour to one I confided a long-ago with words of wonder and again telling to her, that remember me in these words I assembled in my scrabble board with cold hands asking for your warmth every time you see the fallen star when sipping hot tea on your chair kept in the balcony of our home I envied building for you.
// Remember me in those words every time you see the fallen star// assembling words of wonder to express adore for you Despite the distance so far.
To whoever has hardened their heart enough to read this over my lifeless body,
Trust was the shoelace I never learnt to tie correctly. Sometimes, i could not manage bringing the two ends close enough. Sometimes, i failed to cross the right loop and sometimes, I preferred having the lace intertwined with my fingers over performing the petty task of holding up my life for me. Maybe, that's the reason I could not leave the task of writing my eulogy to you. I have not let anyone peep through the drapes of my heart well enough. I'm afraid I haven't been a transparent lens that sings my stories. I have fogged every quark in me for i knew you wouldn't be able to dance with my demons. They hide behind angelic costumes of joy and feigned laughter. All my life, my story has been told as lines from a novel that I have not written. You have not known my journey, the wilderness of emotions I've been, the sky of vermillion tear droplets I've cried, the anthology of poems my tangled hair has been, the dark mornings and bright dusks I've seen, the warmth winter has brought my cold dreams or the willow tree my dreams have swung from. You have seen me as an ocean but you do not know that all my breaths have swum across a million streams, walked a hundred bridges, burnt a thousand rainbows, basked in snow and frozen in daylight to get to the ocean you have known me as. And I know, today too, I shall be failed. You will listen to me and your prayers will cry with you, but a thousand and one nights from now, you will watch your favourite soap opera, wear your favourite jewellery, wash the dishes, and smile because I was but a song to you and there are a hundred more on your playlist to keep you going.
I have craved sweet all my life and I shall crave sweet long after I am ashes. Maybe that is why I could not leave the task of writing my eulogy to you. You cannot expect hemlock trees to start growing magnolias. It'd be a sin and once, upon my death I wish to refrain from committing one. I have been eating on bitter words, I have walked across beaches where each sand grain has been a failure, I have sewn my mouth shut and spent nights bleeding on my bed trying to let something sweet form within me, I have written stories that will never be read, I have lived autumns yearning for winter to dwell on my tongue and I have plucked roses to prick my soul and press its dry petals between threads of a crochet I left in the sink. I do not know how I fell for the lullabies that were signing me to a sleep I would never be able to wake up from. Maybe, because I crave sweet.
I have profound insights and grim memories of times I wished I didn't remember anyone and no one remembered me. But, today, in my grave, I wish for immortality and in your memories, I shall be a tenant. For all the rents I have paid all my life, give me a home upon my death.
And now that I'm dead, I wish to take command for once. I wish to dictate how you shall remember me. When you rise from the crumpled sheets on your bed, remember me as the sunshine knocking on your window, as the reason your sedan has a sunroof. When you walk to your bathtub, remember me as the water that unlike people who should have loved you better, is unafraid to touch you even when you are your most devastated and broken. When you breathe, remember me as the freedom in the air that does not cost you but pushes your heart to beat one more time. When you walk, remember me as the grass below your feet, that carpets your steps and smiles with you when you bring your lover and lay on your back, watching the comets run after their tails. When you can't find sleep, remember me as the bedtime story your mama read to you by the fireplace everyday, incessantly until you were at ease in her arms. When the night seems a little too dark and your sails are dry for the wind has ceased to blow, remember me as the firefly that lights up your skies and whisks and dances with wings that fly you to your destination. When science disinterests you, remember me as the forlorn writer who has scribbled you letters that are awaiting discovery.
And maybe, remember me as the girl who smiled and wrote for she wished to be remembered and smiles and words were the only infinity she knew.