the ebb and tide for once
froze as your deft hands
dealt with the sand particles
to carve my sculpture by the shore
under that hazy star light
i was sprawled on the stretching sands
and in the reflection of
your warm dreamy eyes
saw myself laid royal by the mighty sea
and regaled at your artistry
and the beauty you found in me
high on my foolish vanity
i dared to dance on the tip of waves
forgetting that i’m but a piece
of carefully arranged sand particles
the sea with its inimitable roar
came in rolling urgency and
simply pulled me into its embrace
05sep2009
19.50hrs
and to think that i almost missed reading your poetry...wonderful, indira....this is what really enjoy...egocentrism and the realization...wonderfully brought out.
Exulting Indira! AM BLESSED for this GIFT during this Nav-Rathri : -)
what a beautiful thought weaved up into a lovely poem...sand particles lose their identity and disappear when the waves of reality wash it away...10/10!
high on my foolish vanity i dared to dance on the tip of waves forgetting that i’m but a piece of carefully arranged sand particles the sea with its inimitable roar came in rolling urgency and simply pulled me into its embrace Beautiful metaphor- 'I am but a piece of carefully arranged sand particles', which has to rearrange again and again with the tides of sea before it takes the shape of beautiful pearls.... Abeautiful poem Indra.
the last three lines are the cap of the poem. i relished 10 marks
so Deep Imagination! these thoughts must be exteriorized indeed! ! ! thanks for sharing a sandy TEN!
Marvelous fusion of imagination and reality! Its a masterpiece. A sweet 10.
just simply a lovely poem... it's worth to ponder on... Nice work! ! ! ^-^
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
such nice imagery to describe that everything, an emotion or physical beauty are temprory.thanks, i loved it!