After Life

A drizzle from the clouds 
awakens a sunny weather, 
a beautiful aftermath of different shades of sky. 
A minute seed blooms 
into a floriferous bliss, 
turning my garden into a land of angels and flies. 

A caterpillar undergoes a process of metamorphosis
to come out as a butterfly. 
What do you name it as, 
A complete fall off
or an after life? 

The sun rises
And the sun sets everyday 
This gargantuan earth 
revolves around the sun 
like a number of threads sewn
to adorn a handkerchief for a lover. 

My mind whispers a heartfelt note to my heart 
of the thoughts that would reside here in my absence. 
And my laughter that would prevail in this space, 
the effervescent kisses I have planted would exist after my death. 

-Shreya Sharma