Do I Live on that side of Life?

- Deepit Purkayastha

I Live on the blind side of the river of Life,
the side seems within a hands reach,
still can’t be seen from the coast or the beach.

I Live on the deaf side of the river of Life,
their hustle, seems to bustle from our wall,
Not to be heard in the water floored sky domed hall.

I Live on the dumb side of the river of Life,
I let go my complete self to my scream,
But it does not hint any kind of beam.

I Live on the dry side of the river of Life,
Dried of each and every feel,
Sense, can I , very near is the heal,
but am not able to, as if barred with a seal.

Am I on a side of the river of Life ?
Where there is no end to strife,
no end to longing, no end to life?

Am i on a side of the river of Life?
Where the river itself burns its hive?

Where the river lets itself to the ocean,
giving us the slightest notion, it’s the end to our strife.
It’s the end of our longing ,it’s the end of our life.