Today is my last day on earth.
I am relieved.
I am happy and just waiting to die.

After living every day to the fullest,
I have had a satisfying life.

There are things that remain unsaid,
Jobs that remain undone,
places that remain unvisited,
books that are unread,
people whom I wanted to meet,
food that I wanted to eat,
movies that I wanted to see,
clothes that I wanted to wear,
perfumes that I wanted to use,

But it’s alright.
They were not meant to be.

I’ve done what I could do
Experienced all the things I could experience,
Sung every song I could sing.

And now I can do no more.

But wait.

Like a passenger waiting to board
at the gate
Of an airline terminus
Of a railway platform
Of a bus station
Of a ferry

I’ve checked in my baggage,
Cleared immigration and customs.
All that remains is the wait
for the plane to arrive.
Or the train, or the bus, or the ship.

And then I’m off to the great unknown

‘This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’