Rippling waters...

Green waters rippled under me as I stayed staring into it

It's clear and colored, not murky or muddy

There are no lotuses or fishes here, just me, my solitude and my sentiments

My thumb has half a print, rest was diced off on an iron blade

I stared at it stoical, it had no sensation, that part of the thumb

Should I worry? It never crossed my mind...I rubbed the deadness with my index, no effect

Was my index magical? I laughed in mirth at my foolishness

I could see my feet moving in a cyclic motion... how long can I keep this up?

Won't I have to get out? Won't I have to swim somewhere?

Supposedly I didn't, supposably I stayed here...for eternity...

Will I transform into a mermaid? Develop gills to breathe ?

Let time decide...my wrinkles can tell... someday some stories to this world.

Meanwhile will you light the torch? In the meantime will you turn the world upside down?

Will you hunt at those dilapidated homes on deserted streets?

Will you travel to the far east, lands that see the sun..

Your tales will be of adventure, perils, exploits and shall end in triumph

Whether or not we unearth each other, with or without my shadow tailing...

I rose to the surface, inhaled your name and closed my eyes

Temporarily or perpetually, time will tell.

........Lalima