living after your death

A prose poem... One sad part of dying is not being there at your burial...but you might have cried if you were present

One sultry and somnolent sunday
You walk through a bushy path
Along the country side-to your grandma's place
Your heart overflowing in joyance
Bearing a tale to tell-the good news-
You bought a new car

In the coven of your tangling heart
Are dancing the dreams of a long years
In a good fortune,with or better without your wife
your blessings to come..
You can't count... Forever was the time of your death
Vain gloriously , walkingsmilingdreaming the elusive dreams of future hopes.

Suddenly (at a cross road) your unwary foot
Hits against a land mine( you should nt blame it)
Set for your detractors or friends.
For their detractors or friends( surely not for you)
Those you know and know not
There and then in a catastrophic jiffy
Your body was blown into plummeting fragments
Into nonexistent( should I say) no but existence
In the realm unbeknown to mortals by the conveyor vehicle of death, which every mortal most board.
Where thy parts fell became its burial place
( Oh! Your once cherished body)
Together with ur fragmented body, are buried
On those treacherous surface,your dreams hopes and
Aspirations blown into oblivion.

Your spirit rises distressed
It wanders and grumbles
Why now why....( Why not now?)

Few days have passed you were looked for
But not found..
By a very sleek stroke of chance your head was found
On a cow dung with mouth open
( Gosh... Disgusting..? Lucky u some had worse)

Few days more your burial comes
Canopies standing, high tables , resplendent
Garbed, and sitting on them wines of exotic classes
On the floor is your picture, the one you would rather
Not bring out in public glare...
All to your chagrisious wonder...

Your head is interred in a shallow grave by the back of the house.

Time for tribute comes...
Your distressed spirit watches in expectancy-
You had fought with your wife the day before and she had wished u death. And you knew , owing to the acuteness of your infering intellect, that she said this from her very depth.....here she comes

"A loving husband I have lost.
A dear friend, my better half..."
This pisses you off... She can lie
Others follow... All praises and prayer for your
Soul and spirit.
You know they lie... Lies all lies.

Soon after the tribute, started the dance before the grave of your head. Old and young folks in sprightly dance like in festivals of some gods...

Soon comes the 7th item...( Time for the mouth)
Steaming soups come in in ceramic plates
Meats like u never dreamt to eat in your entire life time( as u saved to buy your car)
You are even more pissed off...

Then the drinks come- folks were shouting strugglingfighting and then bloods is flowing from drunken heads revelling in the madness os the moment.

Ashamed of them all you are on your way to leave them-very stroopy. To find a place to soothe your distraught spirit.
As you make to leave by the very side of the grave of your head you see some lovers snogging
You walk out heavy hearted to that cross road
In vacant eyes
Waiting waiting and waiting for judgement if a christian or muslim. For eternity if an atheist
Till then a vagabond - bound.
In limbo lost...