When I am gone

When I am gone

Like the beats from a heart gone silent,

Would you miss me? Would you think of me?

Would you pull out old sepia photos of mine,

Hug them to your bosom and cry?

Would you look at the chair I used to sit on

And continue to admonish?

Like you do now

Gently chiding me, berating me for my habits

You know not my dear, but I love you for it.


When I am gone

Would you still twirl

The end of your saree pallu in your fingers?

My dear, you know this not

But you do that often

In moments of anxiousness or anxiety

I love you all the more for it


My dear, I know my time is nigh

But, does the fragrance die with the wilted flower?

It does not, does it?

It lingers in the air long after.

I shall linger too.

In memory, in the spaces of your heart

And you will feel me near

For my dear, long after I am gone

And my heart has gone silent of the beats

It shall still beat somewhere

In love for you.

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About Sonal Singh

I believe that life is a repertoire of anecdotes. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, the people we meet, our conversations with them; all make life a melange of tales. And, that is what I attempt to capture through my writing. My cooking is no different! It reflects my love for travel and my love for innovation. The kitchen is my happy place. So, even though by vocation I am a recruiter (www.rianplacements.com), by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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  1. So touching.

  2. Sonal. Only you can write like this. Awesomeness.

  3. Ohh!!! That’s so heart wrenching. Beautiful poem ❤️

  4. Wow. This is beautiful Sonal Singh. Tugs at the heart strings!

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