In the next life,
if there is one,
I want to bloom as a cosmos,
dancing as a small shade in a graveyard
heated up by marble stones;
smiling yellow;
spreading the salinity of the great oceans
vanished deep down into the Earth;
knowing the truth of the diffused stories
from all those who passed away celebrating life
and those whose lives were celebrated;
laughing out loud
hearing their stories untold;
draining from them
the untold scripts of their lost loves
like a confession mystery,
and then,
I want to pass it secretly to the wind to disseminate.
I want to break myself off then,
when the pressure goes up beyond control,
even after shedding the petals would have broken my heart;
and fly with the wind
to convey all these stories to
the would-have-been better half
sleeping a few graves away;
to dissolve and disappear there itself.
Eventually,
to pass on all these stories to my grandkids,
and to take care of them,
I want a human life once again.
In the next life,
if there is one,
I want to bloom as a cosmos;
which is red hot just by name.
N. B. Cosmos is a flowering plant known as ‘allichenthamara’ (അല്ലിച്ചെന്താമര) in Malayalam.
Jul 20, 2021
Jul 20, 2021 at 4:22 PM UTC