The Blue Green Ocean - Poem by NEHA RAUTELA
Can you hear the crash of the thunder, the blinding lightening!
With the feverish hues the sun is setting,
Down those mountains bidding adieu
For he who has come has to go ……..
To rise among the clouds again the next day
Portraying life bestows many if it closes one way! !
And when the turbulent wave will touch the sky
Soaring high, someone's fantasy will fly
Right here on this beach,
This child so innocent
To break away the castle he fondly made
Oh! the wave is so repentant! ! !
And here and there these conches and shells
Like a body without its soul! ! !
A mind without its memories………………
Some will adorn home of men and some will be
Washed away by then! ! !
Oh! see her she is running
Leaving behind her this world,
Trying to catch these colourful dreams……….
Chased by the ones she loves! ! ! !
A sparkling tear falls, from some hidden corner of her heart
In the ocean the myriad emotions of a woman dissolve,
When the memories flash before her eyes
The narrow line that separates truth from lies..
How full of change life is
An unnoticed dropp of water yesterday,
Today becomes a pearl! ! ! ! !
What a tedious job it is to recognize
The genuine emotion in the bamboozling swirl! ! !
Screeches aloud the wind as it makes its way
And no one is here to hear what he has to say
As the moonlight dances dangling through the waves…
The pangs in his heart that seldom comes to surface! !
He tries hard to keep his pain aside
In the company of the soothing sea he is blessed!
Sometimes the voidness of solitude,
Is more rewarding than the kaleidoscope of people and their enforced gratitude!
Mother nature is ever so eager,
To bestow endless gifts of wisdom
Behind each of her creation here,
Waits a message if only you care?
Like the heaps of sand from your hand
Time and every other you gather does flow
Life comes full circle,
You reap what you sow! !
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