Came across this poem in a novel by Alan Titchmarsh and I simply cannot resist quoting this in my post. I will not be cremated but I do want loved ones to remember these lines while remembering me at my funeral. Here goes…
‘Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry:
I am not there. I did not die.’
HERE'S A PEEK INTO MY SOUL
- COMPOS MENTIS
- kolkata, India
- if i were a man, i would mouth slogans like fidel castro and still own a private jet. since i am a woman, i let men be such hypocrites. impatient, hot-tempered, garrulous and taciturn by turns, i am also a social anomaly, an anachronism, a drifter, a dreamer and a pucca anglicized 'tyansh' from kolkata. love winding roads, the sea, books, book lovers, fashionistas, perfumes, churches, cemeteries, home-cooked food, academics, the erstwhile bangali aantel, and the smell of sandalwood, oranges and green chillies. loathe disrespectful 20-somethings, teenagers, winter and monsoon evenings, my mom crying, my dad losing, pettiness, zits, insects and navigating waterlogged streets in sarees.
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3 comments:
Dearest
You are the thousand winds, and the glints of the preciousmost diamond, and the sunlight and the gentle raindrops that pitter-patter on my idle hours of leisure! You are the softest rustle of a lone bird's wings and the gentle glow of the morning star! But I love you too much to read out these lines when you sleep forever...
Here's a simple plea: Die after me!
will have to think about it.
I'm really not a poetry person, but this one, I have always loved. It's heart-wrenching, yet oddly comforting at the same time.
Thanks for putting it up where I can read it from time to time.
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