Dipped in mild rain
over the black pepper sky
rollers bolted with panache walk
ruffled & dusted , their style

their teethy smile with rocky cuddles
And then they collide,
bursting in to pebbles

path, once led by the rolling stones
Now dusted trails in silence of winds
they click musicals
Uncovering the destiny ,thus their story begins

marching sounds of invasion
territories new, abounds the future unknown
brazen roads up to the corner of the sea
where once , little daunting cold had grown


careful walk , delicate as it could be
they slip quietly in to the ocean
as the rest after the thunder, they had forseen


manisha