(Continued from 8/10)

After hours (or days) of
the conversations, he could realize
the fact that,
there is no control over
the afterlife and no one
but the creature controls
what should happen to those souls.

He thought,
he breathe deeply,
he took everything very seriously
and then took farewell
from the spiritual ghost.

Suddenly, the returning path
becomes so shortened,
after a few hours he arrived
at the flowing river’s bank
and surprisingly found
the one eyed helmsman is waiting for him.

Continued….

The sun laughs and says,
The light that illuminates the world in from me-
Yet why cannot I love the dew particle
A little bit more.

The dew particle cries out,
There is no harm in that-
By spreading the softness of the morning,
I vanish in such fascination.

The sun said later,
For you I may be very small-
But try to shine all day long,
Oh, how happy!
I remain vigilant.

(Continued from 7/10)

Gilbert, as per his age
he was brilliant-
in spite of reading
fairy tales or children rhymes
he used to read
novels or research publications
on the deep revelation of life,
philosophy of life,
cause of the humanity in this space.

Ms. Andy, the town library librarian
was so kind to him,
used to lend him all those books
with the condition that
he would return them
without any mark or sketch-
thus, he read almost all
the collections on human nature
that were available in the library.

His mother was never
become angry
and was proud of his wisdom.

This wisdom helped him
to make wise dialogues
with the spiritual ghost,
though the spiritual ghost
knew them before hand.

Continued….

The woman wearing the veil walks away
Gaze the evening star
Her face is full of smiles
Being elated within the heart.

In the room by lighting the evening lamp
Covered with hem
Look woke up trembling
However, the hand is extended.

What a thin line on the silent face
Nobody understood
The affection for the house is moaning
Such a burning wave.

(Continued from 6/10)

The forest was so dense,
he could not recognize
whether it is day or night-
but, suddenly he realized that
some kind of bright light is
emitting from the lucky charm
which was hanging from his neck,
so that he could see the front clearly.

Gilbert never realize
how many sun sets and rises
in between, but
he never stopped-
as if some unknown power
is giving his all the strengths.

That bright light lets his way
towards the darkest corner
of the forest,
where the spiritual ghost lives-
“no one is allowed to pass by
this portion of the forest…”,
he heard a heavy voice,
as if talking over his shoulder.

He mumbles, shivered in fear,
but kept himself cool,
rigid, confident-
he asked, ….(something in whisper…),
however, before asking anything,
the voice said, “I know you Gilbert,
son of Ryan and Alice,
you came here for bringing back
the soul of Bridgette,
your younger sister..”

They talked a lot-
a lot about life,
a lot about after life,
a lot about the creation of life….

Continued….

The sun and the shade are playing
Seems, it's going to be a good day.

The thick cloud enclave the sky
The earth wants the sun again.

Look like it is raining
But, where is it lost?

Reckon, what is the message from the rainy season
It does not have any work for two months.

Nature is making fun
The environment is being fried.

Rain somewhere, drought somewhere
That's how days on the planet goes.

I wanted to walk a little,
With the scent of the gentle breeze of the morning full of life-
But could not walk, due to the thorns of the path.

I wanted to take a short walk, at the crack of dawn-
The morning prayer ends -
Whenever the dew did not fall from the grass,
The fireflies in the bamboo grove are just trying to sleep.

In the lukewarm water of the side of the paved pond
Even though no one came to wash their feet, which is still covered with fog,
The reed branch in the middle of the pond is throbbing
Shaking with the water, there is still no sign of the butterfly
The red grasshopper did not come and sit.

Sitting on a branch of a tree, the two baby birds sit under the mother's wings
Stretching their bodies
The sun painted by red is still there
They did not fall on their wings.

Little girly wrapped in her mother's lap and asleep,
Aunts of sleeps are still leaning on her eyes
Didn't leave.

Beloved mother still sweeping the house,
The breakfast didn't start.
Flowers started falling one by one on the bottom of the tree -
But the gardener's little girl wrapping with the sari,
Hasn't come to collect them yet.

A few days ago the storm broke
Through the gaps in the branches of the Syzygium malaccense tree,
The golden light of the sun
Hasn't come to the corner of the yard yet.

I wanted to walk a little along the path-
But could not walk due to the thorns,
Who knows who placed those thorns
And. I do not know how to walk in a skillful way with thorns covered
They are spread out in such a way, so that the foot becomes ******-
So I did not walk with full of life.