she waded into ocean of high tides

     gray clouds in sky at half mast

     poetry of soul floats with her

     her brow adorned with seashells

     tears mingling with salty sea

wind cradled her last breath

     foam smile adorned crested waves

     splashing in depths toward bliss

     stepping into aqua ocean peace

     new beginnings in soothing seas

ship of death sailed into horizon

     as soul windows opened wide

     and silence seeped below water

     absent heartbeat clothed by

     skin of the sea as she becomes

     one with caressing ocean streams

meeting the sky high.

beyond horizon of life 

in which all of us one day must fly.

 transcendental world of 

God,

not regretting present and past

towards journey not known. 

mapping of that cannot be done.

God of Hypnos  

played its part.

achieving final aim of rest 

as i will depart.

without worrying about diseases

midway of  my 

duties of that particular minute

when i  may depart with a sudden 

jerk

time unknown place unknown 

with loved one or strangers

who will  still play role 

not to be  buried but to put in wooden sticks 

skeleton 

of me donating each and every organ of my lifeless 

body 

so that future of more then one can light up  

with their  loved ones as i depart.