I craved for your time and attention When I was alive
Now you are starving for a glimpse of me when I am gone
I longed  for this bit every day while I was breathing ,
 but here you are spending hours lamenting at my grave.

Life in its nude form was so beautiful ,
 You compelled  me  to embellish it with degrees and medals
adorn it with artificiality and then called it success.
measuring its worth In achievements, awards and rewards

If you told me that the silk and diamonds will stay back
Maybe I would have lived a little longer
Today I died rich , but my association with the riches ends here
I go back as a naked soul , just the learning for company
Leaving behind the cosmetically treated skin and hair
Burning the Gym and spa sculpted body to  ashes

Mother you should have reminded me  everyday the small secret of life
That I was born naked and I will be naked on my pyre too..
All the struggles I put into building estates and glass walls
Are laughing at me now while I turn uncomfortably in my 6/3 grave.

And there is no reversal from here !
Alas! All this knowledge shouldn't have just  come
from the dead in the  grave
Technically disconnected from the mortals.

Let's ask china if they can connect the dead with the alive for all the knowledge sharing 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Detachment...

Detachment...

Death came knocking
I turned back and looked at all the hard work I put in for years into accumulating all the material wealth, toiled day and Night for it , somehow wisely, I shrug it off and let it go, give up all of it in a single Moment!

Death is happy!

I turn to my husband sleeping next to me and wonder what would he do without me? For half of his life, I have been with him, who will care for him the way I do? Then I realize anyway one of us is going to leave before the other, little sooner or later, it's ok, he is a man and he can tend for himself.

Death is happy!

The thoughts moved on to son... Till an year ago, he did Not know how to Mix dal and rice or wash his undergarments, now he is managing most of the things on his own, in no time he will find a girl, he will find love and start his own life, someone Bright and beautiful will fill his house and life with all the nourishment a mother is capable of providing.

Death is happy!

I turn to the other side and look at the daughter who is 13. The first thing she does every day after coming from school is share her day at school over the phone. She cannot keep any secrets from me. Sharing her aims ambitions goals weaknesses, failures without any shame and guilt. She needs me to help her discover her beautiful side. She needs me to correct her, keep her motivated, to help her identify the real from the fake; she needs me till her core gets strengthened. She needs me for some more time...

I say no to death, and fight it off

I open my eyes with tears I can feel the wetness in my hair behind the ears. I turn to my left and right to see the man and daughter sleeping peacefully, drop a text to the son to check if all is ok and I try to go back to sleep ....
How it is possible to practice detachment, the world of women is her family her relations and emotions for them....
One should be given ample time before they are told to practice detachment!
One should be given long life to fulfill their responsibilities before being told to practice Detachment.