Death Certificate

"When do you want your
death certificate ?"
asked my love in a cafe
When we were sipping rose wine

"In 3 months, 6 months or two years"
"You have the option to even redeem it now"
"If you are mature enough”
"Don’t think i am rash, just helping you though"

I dont remember the date when i died
or when my soul lifted far and merged with nature
or when my body started to decay

But sitting in that cafe
I knew i was long dead.

"what should i write in your
death certificate ?"
asked the doctor looking at
stiff body lying on hospital table

"You have brain haemorrhage
cuts in the wrists, heart stroke
your windpipe broken"
"What should i write the cause of
death ?"

Even i don’t remember how i did
all that at same moment or
whether they were done at different points
of time ?
or may be i have died many times.

Let the reason be unknown


"How should i bathe you
for one more time ?"
asked my mother
before the coffin
was to be closed.

"You arrived too soon"
"and you are travelling far"
"where your voice would never reach me"
"i have Dettol and sponge "
"You would not miss your train"

Let me fight with you to hide
my tears before i leave
this time though my words
Won’t hurt you


"What should i write?"
asked my poet friend
"On your last epitaph"

"A friend, comrade, humanist
Rebel, lover”
No my friend said I
“A hypocrite, an opportunist
A bourgeoisie, a Casanova and infidel"


Let me remain an unburied Ghost.