Our Self-Written Obituaries – Soumya Vilekar, Pune

Our Self-Written Obituaries – Soumya Vilekar, Pune

Our Self-Written Obituaries – Soumya Vilekar, Pune

The 107th death.

[Text by Soumya Vilekar; photo by Anjanika Vilekar]

Soumya Vilekar’s poem echoed in the distant corners of the huge conference hall. It was a special moment when the Nobel Prize laureates were being applauded and felicitated. This event was going to have a special mention in history, as she was the only Indian person to be awarded the highest award for literature as well as in science for her acclaimed verses and inventions.

“As intense as Sylvia Path’s notes
my ink sings the lore of Maya’s Angelou’s bird
the flowing words randomly glide like Wordsworth
in the atmosphere of nature, as Keats endured
my verses bring forth the fragrance in poems of Rabindranath’s
while diving in depth as the lucidity of Pablo Neruda’s
These shall echo in your heart like couplets of Gibran
whilst Rumi lives in my passion as in the Sufi dervish trance.
My poems dip in nostalgia of Amrita Pritam’s
igniting young minds of Dehalvi’s sparks
inner voice enchants to the ways of Faiz Ahmad,
Humanity and compassion can be squeezed
from the poetic terse…
alive in human hearts till
even when I bid adieu and part!”

The early morning witnessed a beautiful golden champa flower blooming on the edges of the adjacent wall. It had taken too long to blossom. For years, decades, the white jasmine had yearned to see the tree grow up and awaited for that ethereal charming fragrance.

She had spoken thus last night on the obituary of a soul friend while sprinkling few rose petals:

“A part of me is sliced tonight
chaffed off my tender heart
my breath I miss,
Life becomes half
snatches whence clutches of destiny
from my existence
my own part”

Soumya Vilekar–an artist, inventor, musician–left the planet of mortals late last night to continue with her endless journey of assimilation. It was a call of the divine.

Our Self-Written Obituaries invites people to write their obituary in 200 words. The idea is to share with the world how you will like to be remembered after you are gone. (May you live a long life, of course!) Please mail me your self-obit at mayankaustensoofi@gmail.com.