“Counting Heads at My Funeral” by Gautam Kumar is a poignant poem reflecting on the final moments of life, filled with memories, regrets, and unspoken emotions.
A flower rusted out of time—I sleep,
counting heads gathered at my eve.
What was always needed, a truth
I am mating.
For I was born and waiting.
The shore shows up, brightening everything
white as mother’s milk.
And I am a little child of that nature,
fed to time’s kill.
Memories come as you say goodbye
to me, keep coming, and I see.
I see all that has gone by,
all that we missed,
you and I.
I see hearts unopened,
love unbuckled,
and mouths never settled.
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Hey there,
You ever find yourself thinking about those moments when everything seems to be falling apart, but somehow, there’s still this strange, almost magical beauty in it all? That’s what “Counting Heads at my Funeral” is all about.
Imagine lying there, counting the heads of everyone who showed up—finally, I get a crowd, right? It’s funny how we wait until the end to realize just how much we missed out on. I mean, why did I spend so much time worrying about the little things when I could’ve been soaking up all the good stuff? The truth is, when it’s all over, you start to see life in this crazy, vivid way you never did before. It’s like, why didn’t I notice the magic when I was living it?
Regret’s a funny thing—it sneaks up on you when you least expect it, and suddenly, you’re having these deep thoughts about the love you never expressed, the adventures you put off, and those moments you just let slip by. But hey, maybe that’s what makes life worth reflecting on. It’s messy, chaotic, and full of missed opportunities, but it’s also where the real magic happens—even if we only see it when it’s too late.
So, here’s to taking it all in while we can. Don’t wait until the end to count your blessings or, well, heads. Live a little, laugh a lot, and remember: the magic’s there, even when it feels like everything’s falling apart.
Catch you on the flip side,
Gautam
