Walking on the shores of life feeling the sunshine,
As we trod in the sands of time,
the waves come and kiss our feet ,
Only to leave us as the waves recede…
Lines added by Prashant:
they tell us about a life beyond
in the touch of subtle memories,
the waves glitter with the rays of hope,
and few pages of our life’s diaries…
Girth of births remains neverending,
Till we desolate our being from the attachments of the strings,
Giving rise to a strangled form wandering in the universe for long,
Waiting for a blessing bestowed on him in the centrifuging…
Lost time in the logical learning feeding his ego with pampering,
Suffers now in the cycle of assimilating the tougher ties of worldly pleasures,
Every action Nemesis hears for hurting the souls in words and measures…
Nescience dominated the life long ,isnt a proposition for escapism…
years of revolution will obliterate the ties and reminiscences,
substituting the negativity , reproducing a soul ,
for the next birth in form of a new offspring ….
soumyav 