When I am gone

At times I muse on, the gospel of,
When I am gone.


When I am gone,
Would you still care?
Would you love me the same?
Would you want to find out why?
Or, will I be another forgotten name?


Often I muse upon,
When I am gone.
Would I have my footprints made by then?
Would I really be ready to go?
I earnestly would not know.

Sometimes I ponder,
What if you had my back,
And may be then,I would not want to go.

They say,There are miles to go
Before you sleep,
Can these be measured in a heap?
What if the miles have been traversed,
And we do not see it yet?

May be there is a different end to get to.
But I still muse on,
Would you heed to foil?
Before I am gone,
Or
Would you not care, to create a row?
When I am gone.

   

Little Birdie on my Windowsill

So small,
Yet so courageous.
So tiny, yet so chirpy.
So little, yet spreads only joy around.

I am sure,
She feels petrified to fly around alone.
She must shiver when it rains,
She must fear the winds,
But,she musters it all so well
Like she was born to do so.
She does what she is meant to do 
That is, to fly, into the unknown world again.


Little does she know, 
That she teaches us to convene the unease,
Little does she know,
That she spreads a glee of light,
While she takes her daily flight.


That little birdie, on my windowsill
So small,
Yet so courageous.
So tiny, yet so so chirpy.

What would betide, you may not like.

Sometimes you wonder why it did not work. Don't you? You gave it a cent percent. Then, why did it fall apart suddenly?

Well my friend, if you look back. May be, it was you, who thought you put all your efforts into the job, with your best friend, or may be with your partner. May be, the other side of the coin thought asymmetrically, although the plan always had been to be symmetrical.

I have a vista for wither and fade, it says 'it was meant to be for "that" while'. While someone does not get a promotion at work or is going through a break up, it is going to be very difficult to apprehend that. But somehow, if you can consummate beyond it, you are going to be good.

What could you have done better, if you ponder, which you unquestionably will, I say being in tune with the constant. Sometimes, I have heard people say, you are my constant, or my workplace is my second home. If you can feel that throughout, that avenue is your muse and no one else or nothing else can ever seize that.

I also gape sometimes thinking what if things are not achieved or haven't fallen in place even after everything was given a cent percent. Then, my friend I assure you that, you have been made for a finer basis.

I feel at the intent site, we just need to understand self, a little better, to make the best out of our muse.

Do you have a similar notion?

All thoughts welcome 😊