Every atom of your perfect being
Rinses and washes itself
In the ocean that is Life;
Surging and feeling
The pain, the sorrow, the heartache that is real.
Every cruel deed
Each carefully chosen barb
Cuts and shreds the fibre
That is the texture of your soul.
When it is time
For the last song to be sung
Let it be said
That you sang only the sweetest verse.
May the world remember you
Not for your glory
Not for your fame
Not for the fleeting moments
That perhaps made you a household name.
When people think of you
I want them to say:
Here lies one whose soul
Was always in the right place.She always had a kind word for me
She always held the door
to her heart wide open
So that it could invite me in
To share my secrets and my agony.She ensured I had a place to cry
A haven for my thoughts
And a cubbyhole for my grief.Without her, the world is that much quieter
For the music has stopped playing.
Which makes me reflect,
That it is not what we do
But who we are
That keeps the song going.
~ © Shailaja Vishwanath, 2015
Sweet and soulful poem .Loved reading it .
They’ll say all that and more S. That was beautiful.
Thank you so so much, Tulika 🙂
This is beautiful. 🙂
Why thank you so much! Welcome to the blog 🙂
Thank you. I’m just surprised at how I’ve never been here earlier because I absolutely love your blog now! Better now than never eh? 🙂
You’re officially my new best friend now 😉 Yes, good things come to those who wait, so better late than never 🙂
Such a heartfelt poem and a beautiful memorial. Nicely done, Shailaja. 🙂
Thank you Debbie <3
A friend, a mother, a sister or a wife…Someone worth remembering and remembering well !
Yes, Naba. All of that and perhaps something that makes us unique.
So beautiful. Love every word:)
Thanks Vishal! Good to see you here after a while 🙂
Lovely! I wonder what will people say about me? 😉
Always a good thing to think about, right? How we are today is how we will be remembered tomorrow 🙂
Beautifully expressed! True, it’s who we are that matters and not what we say or do!
I certainly hope so, Shilpa 🙂 Thank you.
Beautiful poem, Shailaja.
Thank you so much, Sulekha ! <3
Interesting, Shy.
I wonder what people will say about me after I’m gone 😀
Why don’t you write a poem and let us know? So we can say it at your eulogy 😉