A drizzle from the clouds
lights up a sunny weather,
a beautiful aftermath of different shades of sky.
A minute seed blooms
into a floriferous bliss,
turning my garden into a land of angels and flies.
A caterpillar undergoes a process of metamorphosis
to come out as a butterfly.
What do you name it as?
A complete fall off
or an after life?
The sun rises
And the sun sets everyday
This gargantuan earth
revolves around the sun
like a number of threads sewn
to adorn a handkerchief for a lover.
My mind whispers a heartfelt note to my heart
of the thoughts that would reside here in my absence.
And my laughter that would prevail in this space,
and the effervescent kisses I have planted
would exist after my death.
Shreya Sharma is a Market Research Analyst in Gurugram, India. She enjoys her writing interests and regularly updates her poetry on her WordPress blog and Instagram (@sharmashreya020). She has been part of a couple of Poetry anthology published by Blue Rose Publishers. In her free time, she reads books, spends her time with plants and loves music. She blogs at www.shreyasharmasite.wordpress.com.