The angry storm comes along
With the tides of high and low.
So angry to engulf anyone
Who ever crosses his ways.
Before the storm is the pin drop silence
Like the tiger keeping an eye on its prey
To leap forward and catch it in one single strike.
Now the storm comes leaping forward
Along with the hands of waves
Which will hold its prey deep down the sea.
After the storms have bathed the entire shore
Leaving the shores blank with thoughts
As if it has washed all its thoughts.
All the thoughts of love as well hatred
Got washed away with it.
If it could wash away only hatred
I would prefer each day to bathe
on the stormy shore!
In fact shore is just silent like our mind
Our thoughts brings storms of anger, hatred, revenge jealousy
This itself take away our peace.
The only reason is
When all are sitting on shore
Why storm hit few while others remain cool to it?
©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: sea