The Tide Of Grief Poem by ashok jadhav

Some days the sea within me lies so still
I almost trust the calm, begin to breathe.
I walk the hours as if loss were done,
as if the past had loosened from my heart.
Then without warning, grief comes back again—
a rising dark that pulls me from the shore.
A name, a smell, a slant of evening light
and I am drowning in what once was mine.
It does not roar; it knows me far too well.
It moves in tides, obedient to no moon,
leaving behind the wreckage of old days
I thought the waters had already claimed.
I learn at last: it never means to leave.
Grief is the sea I carry in my chest—
sometimes forgiving, sometimes merciless,
always returning, teaching me to stand.