...and when we die
we die alone
I cry, I cry alone
Like a piece of stone
I am thrown
into the wavy ocean of life
to atone...to atone
Only to atone...

Let the blue of the sky and ocean take your blue away when you feel blue

My pond life with hydra is over; now I’m into the ocean world of poetry to dive deeper..

Death’s life should have listened to the moonly whispers of breathing in the coldest nights

My life is never influenced by death because I am full of resurrections after so many spiritual and emotional demises

If I die today, will you remember me tomorrow?
The love I'm leaving behind, will you care to borrow?
From a snake-shed-skin or from the sky unknown
In all living and the dead I'll dwell to groan