The things I want to be buried with-
1. A bucketful satisfaction with my lungs respiring in another’s body, my kidney gifting new life to a nephropathic & my eyes holding the hope of a blind. My donated organs will be a real tribute to my dead body.
2. A glitter garnished graffiti of my real smile that once shined on my face in reflection when I offered someone a bunch of happiness.
3. A big box made up of degradable material holding all my guilts unexpressed, all my regrets unshown, all my tears dried, all my wishes unfulfilled, all my apologies rejected & all my trust shattered. They will degrade without being humiliated by the harsh world.
4. The papercut that I kept as the souvenir of my lost faith, those yellow papers where I stitched the pieces of my heart.
5. My diaries with the stories I ended indecisively and the poetries I left incomplete.
6. A handful of seeds of marigolds. I will grow, flower. You will smile & pluck. I will hang as your love in the neck of your sweetheart & I will remain as your prayer in the feet of your God.
7. My lifeless body carrying the last touches of compassion & blessing from the people who will forever carry my death as a void in their lives.
©ruchiabhisikta
poignant but beautiful: every line works —
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Thanks for your kindness❤️❤️
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To Fertilize The World
While Living
And Dying
This Does
Seem to Be
Nature’s Way
Continuing to Breathe
Here or
THeRE
A Leaf
Falling
Is Soil
Smiling
For Spring Greening
Through Winter Feeding
Summer Flowers Smiling
Again After Winter Springs Life to See
SMiLes Dear ruchiabhisikta True Dying
SMiLinG
Living too..:)
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Thanks is an underrated word to convey my gratitude. So happy to have a generous reader like you🙏❤️
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SMiles Dear
FRiEnD Your
Welcome
And
Creativity
All The Real Gift❤️🙏
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