When the play comes to an end...?

Only Islands' in trouble...? Nay
this world, also an island.
Surrounded by the beauty...?
Beauty is danger, beauty.

Puzzle it is, to this Sphere;
rolling lethargically to sink.
Activator's direction; the strange
actors act like nuts.

Trying to close the curtain.
Squeezing in a drowsy state.
Drags and drags... still waiting;
in front of the unreal tomb.

What a play...? I will hit Half-Century.
Sure, the 'Center' replies.
Though its dark, it shines, I see
this Tsunami victim.

Mends a back bone, steady now
a little, Aswathi, the rock;
Sindhu, the supporter; I realize.
Some extra-ordinary powers.

In a neo-place, recollecting;
grinding all hopes, throwing
notions with a little joy and hope;
atleast One remains till my play, ends.

03-08-2005 ; 10:05 pm - 10:35 pm.