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.