The high tide
Washed away my footprints
On the beach
I gazed
From atop
A rock…
What will it take
To wipe clean my mind,
Of passions that
Arouse and hound?
More than a wash cloth,
I used, to clean the slate
As a child,
When some one scribbled
That I didn’t like…
I wish
I could unplug
The power supply
that feeds on my mind...
Recall, how I would
Hide in the folds
Of my mother's saree
When a storm raged
And lightening struck,
feeling safe.
I know, this too
Shall pass.
After a stone is thrown
in water, ripples do settle.
What would life be
If one didn't grow,
And learn to go home
to oneself...
Attitude... yes... yes.. yes.. it's attitude To keep self cool and clean. Passions make this mind A battle ground. Infiltration forever kills inner spirits. This is a prayer for all of us To find a way out to calming the mind. I just love this theme. Wonderful write. Style of write is very impressive. Thank you, dear poet.
A meaningful aspect of life put in verse! Many people feel that meditation of the 'yogic kind' also help! But I haven't tried, so cannot positively tell! 10+ -Raj Nandy
Its early morning on a grey day, but now I can see the sun is going shine, just two moments in my day both different, but one has passed, the other on its way. Both now forgotten. Life is only Now. I loved this poem Mamta, it takes the ruffles from the mind. It reads like ones growing up poem....the goal our own true selves. I see we have even more sunshine now. Have a happy morning. Bobxx 10++++
Learning from life is mandatory.The Motherly remembrances are realy emotional
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i wrote a small piece on sand.... now the tides are coming fast..... how can i protect them?