Until We Meet Again, Oh You Dearly Beloved

Rakhshinda Shakir
Posted October 27, 2020

The epitome of intense mixture of diverse feelings, I mean, the graveyard more than just a place of burial, is where something out of body dwells.

I may try to write it down, but can I bring to you the tale of an unexpected demise of a formless love now buried, a sudden accident like a nightmare coming true, incomplete promises, shipwreck of silent wishes teaching you to surrender.

Is that possible to explain to you the melancholy from an evening of pinching sun when you stop by and say hello to someone whose physical existence is almost a distant dream, while you struggle and still hold on to their illusionary image, yet the evergreen dusty  memories.

You don't forget, yes, we never forget. Remembrance is synonymous to human life on earth. We are born to meditate on remembrance, never meant to forget.

The nature of existence is death, the certain demise ; if so, why do we never talk about it? Why don't we talk about graveyards full of beholding our unfulfilled promises! Why don't we talk about mournful stories that the earth sacredly  beholds underneath.

Of many parts of us, some parts, the earth beholds. Why don't we talk about the abandoned part! Do we forget ; ah a distant possibility.  If so, can I then say, we all are living tombs with memories enclosed in our hearts. Heart is a living graveyard, we keep burying until we are buried.

But, I must tell you this ; remembrance is like a dried flower still retaining it's  fragrance between the pages of your favorite book, and so is the feeling of passing by a graveyard ; warmth from nostalgic remembrance.

 

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Nini Mappo
Oct 27
Oct 27

Indeed Rakshinda, We never forget, for grief doesn't end. It only changes as we change, and in the process changed us. For to grieve is to love one who is absent. It is love extended but never received, and through it, we remember. I hope you find a healing rhythm in your remembrances.

maeann
Oct 27
Oct 27

Helo Heloo Rakshinda :) How are you?

That is why I believe in this saying "Make the days count" and "Live as if the last day of your life" You will never know when you will be gone and how when you will be remembered.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts.

Busayo Obisakin
Oct 27
Oct 27

Dear Rakshinda
Thank you for sharing your thought with us! human life is such temporal and that is why we need to make as much as impact we can while we are here. Sending you Love!
Love
Busayo

Tamarack Verrall
Oct 27
Oct 27

Dear Rakshinda,
Your beautiful message, both prose and poem, is sent out in the days leading up to Halloween and El Dia de los Muertos, which for many of us is a time in which the spirits of those who have died are remembered and honoured, a time in which it is said that the veil between those living and those who have died is the thinnest, allowing our love to be shared. Yes, let's remember and speak of those who have gone before, especially our ancestresses whose accomplishments have been hidden from view. "...a dried flower still retaining it's fragrance". Beautiful.

Queen Dorcas
Oct 29
Oct 29

Helo Rakshinda.......I celebrate the strong woman you are. This is a beautiful piece, thanks for sharing this. Indeed life throws it's worst but when it does we pick ourselves and grow stronger.
Wish u healing and a love filled life ahead

Hugs and LOVE
Queen Dorcas

ARREY- ECHI
Oct 30
Oct 30

'We keep burying until we are buried'
That's deep, dear Rakshinda.
Hope you are doing well today.
Thank you for this reflective post.