It begins from the red gem.
It was created by the glittering stone.
The stone turns yellow, orange, sometimes red.
Color changed by the force of wind.
The stone breathes so hardly.
It breathes out black air.
It was dying and was having last breath.
Stone's expiration was much slower, thick white air.
The housewife forced it to glow.
But it was its last effort.
It was its maximum.
The red gem gave its life to
the one next to it and
Finally the images became blured...
And the stone closed its eyes.
The last breath of the burning coal;
the smoke, began to rise in the air
Its hands were longing to touch the sky
As the wind blowed it faded away,
May be melted, in the air
and it vanished away like a ghost.

The breeze was blowing strongly
I don't know from where it comes
Or where it goes.
It fades away smoke-wreath like.
At that moment I felt a cold on my feet
And realised that it was the wave.
The sun was dying at the end of the sea.
Sand under my feet rushed into the sea with the wave.
The crowd behind me, began to vanish
like the falling petals of a rose.
But I wished, you were with me
By giving a deep breath, eyes on the sun.
Again a cold wind surrounded me.
I felt his presence and a cold on my shoulders,
Mocked me by hugging and ran away to kiss the sun.
For a moment, was that heavenly presence.
Drops rolled down my eyes..
It kissed my cheek and went down
More drops flowed through that channel.
They rushed down through my cheek neck
and to my chest to touch my heart.
Memories flashed on my mind..
The proposal, love, first kiss
and all the happy days of love.
I wish those days would come again.
No, it will not come back any more.
Even if I wish, they will not
He will not hear me...
He will not come to me..
He is at a distance, miles away...
He is sleeping; an eternal sleep.
And he will not wake up; a fine sleep.
Another wave rushed into my feets
And stole away my good memories..
And hide them under her deep beds..