The impressions of my foot in the sea shore
which surely remains there,
but only till the rustling wind,
or the agile tide of the ocean sweeps it away.
What impression shall I leave on this earth
after my life is swept away by the nature for its existence?
Is it like
the impressions of the typewriter ink on the paper
that shall remain forever,
Or like the impressions of the foot on the sands
that gets washed away?
when the thirsty father universe enters into the depth of the ocean,
or the mother universe,
And drinks from it the fulfillment of life,
it places the gems from its depth to the shore
And only then I exist
I grow,
I work,
I love,
And again ,aid the universe yearning for its existence,
by placing a gem to the shore,
to let it live its short span,
until the day,my impressions are swept away by the tides of the ocean,
And I myself become the universe.
The sun is not the sun but the cycle,
the moon is not the moon but the cycle,
the plants, wind ,water and all are naught but the cycle,
that have some impressions on our existence,
we are naught but the cycle of the life ,
that when once come to the shore from the depths
shall return the depths again and so on .
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Shadows in the dark
PoetryAn anthology of lyrical verses that run on a journey to perceive the rays of light in the darkness. It's all about the shades of life. When you are alone, even your shadow hides in the dark. So do you think anybody will be by your side forever? Eve...
