On The Sea Shore

A poem portraying the reality of our life....

Standing on the sea shore

Under the bower of my thoughts

I was struggling with myself

Couple of waves arrive and part

All urging me to give a new start.

They came with a smiling face

Washed my feet, a soothing touch

Giving the realisation of the moment 

Nevertheless I stood still and numb

Sadly, they departed at their lowest ebb.

Guarded by the oblivion wall

To me , blurred image seemed all

Lost all strength to cross the fence

Of past memories and future plans

Just standing I was with futile hands.

Gone waves I couldn't get back

Upcoming was out of my reach

Knew not what would it bring

Inundated with frivolous dreams, st�™od still,

Nothing I found, niether shells nor silt.

All I was left with wet feet........

All I was left with wet feet.................

Reviews

[Jaya Das]

This poem speaks of passing time. All the time we either think of past or make plans for future but at present we do not do anything and are thereby left with futile hands. Life is in this moment, in present and one who does actions in present indeed lives life.