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

By Shreya Sharma

I read poems. Sometimes I write poems. And when I am doing nothing, I am sipping coffee.

19 comments

  1. This whole poem is bliss; and this here, β€œA 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?” is magic. I love this poem, Shreya. ❀️

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      1. I can feel that it is close to your heart, Shreya. I appreciate you sharing this lovely poem with us, my dear friend. You are always welcome. Have a blissful weekend. πŸ’–πŸŒΉπŸŒ·

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