ramesh rai

(13.12.1955 / howrah)

Waves of my soul


The Waves of my soul
soar to seer
in an enthusiastic wave length
profoundly not because of tune
of hilarious sobriety
abruptly speaking the truth
for annoyance of death and life.

The waves of my soul
making a thunderous storm
to which the life is pertinent.

Billions of stars
twinkling in the sky
throughout the night
despite of formidable darkness
asking me to twinkle
messaging and screaming
at all darkness.

Violent velocity of the creation
sparkling all the stars and planets
and my soul is chasing
causing days and nights
where my life stands mute.

In every twilight
my soul is mesmerizing
at every dawn and dusk
witnessing each moment
spreading both hands
to prink the life.

Submitted: Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, November 20, 2013

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