I Shall Be Always in All Ways

By Neeharika Mishra

When the red twilight sails in 

With my flickering breath, 

Pale lips dry of blood 

No veins discernible around my wrists 

No marathon of heart pump, 

O my glory! The ideal worldly 

Rule books declared me dead. 

Don't stand in a night long lament 

Don't let your relation come out, 

Don't proffer any flame flowers to 

My entombed body. 

Birth never brings life, 

And death never seizes it. 

I was never born, 

And so never died, 

My Dear, 

I was a guest-visitor in a lively shell. 

The shell will be bygone in burial, 

The names will be charred. 

But don't count what no more lingers, 

The essence is suffused in all 

I died but I shall never die. 

The burial body will turn to soil 

Then sow a seed of bliss 

Patience will grow a tree, 

The tree on the soil, 

You shall greet my consciousness. 

The tree will have tiny branches, 

A house in home for birds. 

And when the birds come 

To escutcheon their tiny toddlers, 

Bring them pieces of peace, 

And you will feel my love. 

At the shore of branches 

When the birds unfurl their wings, 

And measure the sky, 

The sky of eternity, 

You will see me blessing you. 

Detachment is unconditional, 

Immortal connection is the purest 

Love needs no direction or presence. 

I am here, everywhere, 

Always in all ways. 

By Neeharika Mishra