I often wonder how,
the first moments,
in heaven feel.
Do the deceased,
deeply anticipate,
a soulful meeting,
with their loved ones,
that they had once
lost on Earth?

When people are,
at the verge of death,
and just a few seconds away,
from their final farewell,
Do they ardently hope,
to descend into heaven?
Is it the memories of their lifetime,
that they hold within,
the depths of their hearts,
as tokens of selfless love.

Heaven to my eyes,
is a land so surreal.
A place where two souls intertwine,
in the name of a much awaited union.

Where devastated mothers,
that once lost their beloved children,
smile brighter than the stars,
upon realizing they're not so far.

Where parents that long for their child,
finally get to reunite.
Where dogs wag their tails,
over the blissful sight,
of their empathetic owners,
whom they saw as family.

Where a little girl runs to receive,
a warm hug from her grandma,
while the grandma stands with open arms.
Where the entire aura calls for nothing,
but the flame of love being rekindled.

Where a poet still composes,
soulful poems for its lover.
Where a bubbly girl
still dances in a garden,
and inhales the rosy scent of fresh petals.

Where the sky vividly flourishes,
in sweet celebration of a fated union,
of long lost soulmates.
Where two lovers get to fulfill,
their wish of uniting on the other side.

Where the language of love,
is taught to all.
and the lesson of peace,
is beautifully preached.
Where the soft, white feathers,
of doves and angels symbolize,
the divine union,
of separated and broken families.

Where an aged couple gets to reunite,
after one left the other too soon.
The little kids that ran in playgrounds,
now race against each other,
in the fields of airy clouds
and a tranquil sky.
The enthusiasm remains,
but the abode changes.

Where the bodies become souls,
but the essence of humanity remains.
A land faraway from the darkness of evils,
where the light of harmony prevails.

As the gates to heaven are unlocked,
and several souls begin their afterlife.
The wholesome echos of ecstasy are heard,
followed by giggles of pure innocence,
and screams of absolute joy.

Where everyone's story,
seems to have a happy ending.
Where no soul is required,
to be bounded by suffering.
~sk







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