My Final Journey By Bharat Trivedi

My Final Journey

By Bharat Trivedi

In despair, I contemplate

ending my miserable disease-ridden life!

My body is damaged beyond repair

And so intense is the anguish that I can barely bear.

I'm a worthless mess helpless , a broken man and

my future is just infirmity and agony

so I’ve decided it all ends tonight…

so I will exit and leave the world to be a better place

leaving  nothing but only

broken dreams and fading thumbprints…Not a rope, a blade, a fire, a plunge or pills it was,

but to live each day, was stealing my soul!

so I opened the door of death.

Then, the sword of time will pierce my heavy heart

I go up to my dusty desk to inscribe this last poem

Death in purple ink of fatigued pen

betrays the written yearning on a parched paper.

As the sand begins to pile up and time begins to run out;

I will put myself to eternal sleep now

And I promise you that I won’t wake up tomorrow

Saying goodbye is not the hardest part,

By dawn, this family will have one less member

but I have become a part of your life,

It’s just that I can’t bear to lose you…

Remember me for the good times we had together

and I hope that I made a memorable place in all your hearts and

touched each and every one of you in a special way

My crystal tears smudge the silky bed-sheet

Death is laughing as I cry; so I smile to conceal all my lies!

To snatch my miserable soul, ruthless death beckons me

my life sheds the skin of my body that splits apart,

and the crimson blood starts to spill on the floor

a pool of my deliberate  death…

I’m sad -

because I showered you with all my love and affection

because I won’t be there when you are dolled up as a blushing bride

because I won’t be there when you take matrimonial vows

because I won’t be there to see your children grow

I will die tonight in a shower of my own blood

while my ruby red tears blend with my poetic remains

to read this last of my poem, aloud!

My pyre below me feel like cozy cushions under my head

and ashes like malleable mattress

When you see my corpse is being carried away -

don't lament, shed any tears, or feel sorry

Don’t have crystal drops pouring down your pretty face

because I’ll see from you above the azure skies

as I’ll blend in five elemental Constituents

No sadness, no funerals -

only goodbye as the lamp of life extinguishes.

Please pray that I find a new painless world and happiness

as I enter Almighty’s abode!

and fulfill a last wish of a lonely broken man -

It is my yearning to be cremated on this desert island

and let my ashes be blown into the sands of Bahrain, amid fireworks,

and whisper a final ‘Adieu’ -

when I depart for my final journey!

Born and brought-up in Bombay, Bharat Trivdedi is a Commerce Graduate from Bombay University. He is employed as a Financial Accountant with leading Import firm in Bahrain. He has been writing poems since his college days. His works have appeared in Authors Den, Sulekha, Boloji, The Creative Pen and CLP.

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