Sea Be My Cenotaph
Sea Be My Cenotaph
Born as a water sign
Sea be my Cenotaph.
When I am gone
I will leave behind
a piece of my Heart here.
When you yearn for me
do drive to a nearest sea shore
With a long stem red rose.
Then with closed eyes
remember all of me
and gently float the flower.
The current of the sea
will carry it to me.
In the horizon
my invisible eyes
will be pleased to see
your enduring love for me.
Most men in this
land of living
only make
featherweight promises.
Love is purported
as a perfect illusion.
Happiness is like
a seasonal holiday glee
always tormented by
the fleeting delight
of this world.
Still we croon
through the music of life
reminiscing all the
joyous moments
for auld lang syne.
Whenever the end is near
for me to cast away
this corporeal world
and to obligatorily forgo
all hedonistic pleasures
for a journey to a mystical
transcendental abode.
I wish then
to be momentarily
gripped with amnesia
and remain obliterated
So that I am not
wrenched with sadness.
At the last moment
unfulfilled dreams
do not float
in my wet watery eyes
or I be troubled by
any heart wrenching
episode of my life.
Regretting that my writing
is yet to reach its zenith.
I will miss the earth
The sun, the moon
and the stars.
The infinite life memories
that I mutely stored
in my memory box
I fear that perhaps
I will be compelled
to open the lid
and allow them
to come out
of concealment.
Though only comfort
while taking my last breath
is that my existence
will be liberated
from interminable pain
and false hopes.
I can only pray
before the Almighty
that my soul take
the shadowy form of
an eternal Burning flame
and rest peacefully
at the Lord’s Feet.