Waves # Day 4

                                                                                                                                             2014 image,Goa


Revolutionary waves arise,

Once in every season

When the sea is churning

and the clouds are too full

to contain the secrets.


The whispers become noise

 and then guided by an unknown force

These waves wash away

illusion of embellished facades

All man-made.

 
Silent sea re-awakens

And the waves create history.

The world heals and

nurses its’ wounds

the candle keeps burning

28 comments:

  1. Brilliant. I used to be a historian, the way you put it really speaks to me. I'd use it in class if I was a teacher.

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  2. A delightful poem. Powerful ocean yet gentle.

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  3. This is lovely:)

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  4. Not much I can say that others haven't - excellent.

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  5. Nice. The earth, thankfully, has a way of bringing back life again and again.

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  6. Loved it. It's like a tsunami in a poem, this. :) The photo too, of the agitated waves. Out of curiosity, where was it taken? Vivekananda Rock?

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    1. It's Donapaula, Goa. :) Thanks Vinay. :)

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  7. "Clouds are too full to contain the secrets" Love that line. The imagery is lovely!

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  8. I love that first stanza.

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  9. Oh I love the continuity of this. How life keeps rolling on. Brilliant! ♥

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  10. I love the spirit of this. The waves can destroy, yet nurture!! Lovely to meet a fellow poet, and you bet we'll have lots to share!

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  11. This was really beautiful. Thank you for sharing it.

    God bless you,
    Cheryl

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  12. Enchanting expressions :)

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