When I'm gone

The murmur of the blooming bud,
Voices no silence when I leave.
The rains don’t stop.
No kitten cries, when I leave.

The land’s warm, reserves aplenty,
No love is scarce when I leave,
Amidst a tear and a half,
They say good bye when I leave.

The stream of thoughts, a bright blue,
Will soon seep down, once I leave.
They will caress what they have got
Once I leave

Then they will detect, a poster or two
Which says – ‘ I miss you’, once I leave
They will see another and notice a void
Once I leave.

Past that, they would accelerate their life
And gear it up, after I leave.
They would linger engaged, hear no song
After I leave.

Mono-sight’s a boon, while they bond
The oaths don’t matter after I leave.
Glory of their own is enough to spice it up
After I leave.

The prospects at the far end,
The celebrated past, triggers them, after I leave
They look baffled at the distant horizon,
And wonder whether they are bereaved.

They wander about, panic struck,
Wild about the soaring pitch.
They find my absence odd
And what they did wrong, long after.

Then they pretend that they see nothing absurd,
And claim life to be a roller coaster,
They agonize their present, offend the long-gone.
And reflect what they did wrong, long after I’m gone.

They play a game and watch the moon,
And parade that night, their triumph too soon.
While their heart thumps, and misses that beat.
Wishing profusely to be with the forlorn.

The crave cant wait, nor the lonesome sky
They want me back, long after I’m gone
The story does not end until I’m found.
Long After I’m gone.