VOID

The seeming dance

of glistening waves

and deafening roars

of the sea, 

The pleasant breeze

at eventide and the

swirl of activities

outside;

All cacophony,

All symphony

drown in the deep. 

Down there

A void, an emptiness

Of no colour or flavour,

no smell or sight,

no fears and hurts

nor praises and insults;

An experience

of no-experience

can it be called.

Is this life?

Is it death?

Or it is both!!