When I Leave the Stage

When I leave the stage, I will vaporise into nothingness. I will join the forgettable annals of the story of the universe. I will be part of the countless generations of my ancestors whose sojourn on the firmament no one recalls.

When I leave the stage, those who cherished me will sob, their faces bathed in tears, swollen like a bubble. They will miss my iconic silence, which defines my living self.

When I leave the stage, those who competed in the journey of life with me will unravel their real disposition towards me. Some will genuinely miss my presence; some will express grief in the open while silently savouring the moment in delight; some will sit on the fence, unsure of what to make of my departure from the stage.

When I leave the stage, all the struggles to perfect, to impress, and to survive will come to a crashing finality. All appellations, power, and authority will be gone with me like a thunderous fiesta that suddenly vanishes with the cessation of rain.

When I finally leave the stage, I will be reunited with my Creator. I will shed my earthly frame and continue to evolve in the higher realms with everlasting joy and happiness.