Teary Story By A Dying Soul

By Hima Hareendran

Walking by breaking the sand on the lap of the sea

I can hear the deep breath of a teary heart

Who is breaking on its soul

Looking while am talking to the stars on the sky,

I can see a dark long light on the death day of

the green

Listening while am talking to the blue of the ocean

I Can hear the sobbing sound

Of the great green bed

The sea that once long apart from the mountain's

Now its roaring and raging with violence from

one hand distance

It was not the sea that I had heard and that I longed

to see

By blinking of my eye we met together our soul’s

A deep longed silence was there in the air

It's crying, It's crawling

At the end of the silence It told me a story

Story of sea, Story of tree, Story of me

Story of breed, Story of deed

And the story of end

Where it all started?

Long long clocks ago

There is no green there is no blue

There is no Greek there is no flu

Everything was just turning around

Everything was just moving alone, but

Everything today is not just the story of you and me

The oxygen, the nitrogen, the hydrogen

And all the gen

They melted, They clotted, They created

The world around you today

But now am crying for the sake of my life

It was not at all unforeseen

You cutted the trees

You smashed the soil

Rain drops searching for its holds in the slope

River flows searching for its unseen bed

Rock blobs searching for its sand surface

Where is the winter

Where is the summer

Everything now groaning along

Like a wretch who is thirsty for the blood

Some place am fusing

Some place am sliding

Some place am flowing

Some place am shivering

And a lot lot some

After all..... am ending myself

After all.... Am Making the grave behalf of all some

Where will all it ends?

End by water

The sound of the dry tear of the green

With water saying by itself

Am by you and am end by you

And it will be the death of the green

By its heart holding water

End by turn’s

May be the future brain cells like you

Will found you

As the fossils of the mass extinction’s

If I have life after the end of you all

They will also take turns to kill me

Like you, now digging into the flesh of the nature

By drilling and cutting

until splashing the blood from its deep rooted veins

End by dark

It will be the end of the earth

The light, the night, the right and the wrong

There will not be the this earth

To end by the long dark night

Like the in the form of “black hole”,

And it will become the extinction of me along with

you

Am tired am all alone

You are making the black flowers

For your funerals

By letting the black alien life’s to grow

You are making the walls the great walls

That will dig in this big beautiful sea with you all,

Without seeing the lights of the day’s

And there you will see all the creatures

Who is striving for their life’s

You are emitting the poison the bane for the life

That will cover this world like a dark Misty fog

And you will search for your life

In that cold air with dark devil hand’s

You are building the structures the great monuments

That will collapse in seconds without knowing

By crushing your bones and bespattered the blood

And you all will be the fossils for future

At the end no more life no more me

But I will be the winner

The great warrior winner

Who died for the “milky way”

The story ended in a silence with the fear of future

Sudden twilight in the east like a dream, that

soul sound that flee from me like the seasons

who gone for its death

By Hima Hareendran