The waves and shore

The huge waves are coming and dashing against the shore

Thin streaks of white foam lurking to them

The bluishness of the deep sea is no longer apparent

But a muddy hue and turbulence and nothing more

Had it been better if the waves stayed in the deep sea

But alas!

There are no waves in the deep sea

Few foot steps we see near the shore

None knows who came and left

Few small and few big steps

Few shallow and few deep steps

Some going into the sea and further into the ocean

Some away from the sea and into the shore and further to the jungle

Lying wide and dense for sure

A mysticism is lying hidden and exposed at the same time

A humming is audible in an unknown rhyme

Life after death

Beside the roaring river roll the spirits
Of the deceased men and women and kids
What their lives might have been what mysteries they kept hidden
Each might have lived a happening life deserving its merit.

The sunny mornings come and go charmingly yet motionless for them
The rain drops fall and the earth fragrances full
The breeze flows silently or violently
But it’s all hush hush silence for them.

What a life they might have lived
Full of sound and fury pomp and glory
Now but rolling spirits on the banks of the roaring river

Do they hope ? Do they dream ? Do they scream?
Even their near and dear loved ones dread their dream and scream

Nothing changes
The village temple bells ring
The dawn darts in and the dusk darts out
The pinkish hue is created everyday by sun rising
The world moves on but they are missing

Are they dead or it’s life after death brimming