How will I go?
I have always been a nervy flyer, and whenever I am up in the skies, I tend to dwell on death. I do dwell on death other time when my feet is firmly on the ground, but when up in the skies they get intense. Here’s what I came up with when flying above the skies of Kathmandu enroute to Nepalgunj — 5th February, 2024.
I wonder sometimes, how will I go?
It’s quiet certain, that one day I will
I cannot plan it, nor can it be scheduled,
Though it is as certain as certain as things can be
What will it be like?
How painful will it be?
Will I have to endure a lot?
Or will it be fast — painless?
I am happy to be writing about it —
It actually is reassuring, acknowledging it
And so when death does get here
Know that I am ready at all times to welcome it
Not because there’s nothing I can do,
Well that too —
But more because I will have lived my life
from now to then
And so when the time dost come
even if it is all of a sudden, with my knowing
Know this — I am ready, and this is my confirmation
I am ready to go, take me with a smile
