AFTERLIFE

Life is what you make it to be,
that's what I was told
Life does not come with mandates
scribbled in a field guide neither
does it come in a package filled
with rainbows, tucked in benevolent
smiles and undiscovered dreams,
that's what I heard

I'm the keeper of mysteries,
The god Shiva,
a prodigy,
a paranormal being,
At least that's what I would like to
believe because in reality I'm just
an Oliver Twist,
Walter Mitty the dreamer,
as literature people would describe
me

For now I have nothing more than
paper and pen to remember my
existence,
not even the earth can testify where
my feet touched nor ...can  the
beckoning sky sing the song of my
beauty,
Therefore my name will dissolve into
simple nothing

For when I came into the world
I was crying and everyone around
me was smiling, hence I wanted
to make my mark in the world
so that when I bid my farewell
to this earth I would be smiling with
no regrets and everyone around me
would be crying.....
At least that's what I hoped for

Thus,
before my mind slips into the darkness
called death, I would like to believe that
in my afterlife,
I would be reborn a great woman,
who conquered hearts of man,
the wise will testify about my great wisdom,
my unimaginable knowledge,
as many will tremble upon my name,
and thousands will fall to their knees
because of my humongous beauty
Multitudes will sing songs of my bravery
as some tell the tales of how I became the 
ruler of the world