a never ending encore
April 29, 2008 § 8 Comments
wave upon wave upon wave,
a never ending parade.
marching to the shore,
a never ending encore.
climbing the winds,
smoothing the sands,
crest high and trough low,
unknown tales you sow.
salty water all around,
sensitive sands on the ground-
from past beyond my life,
secrets which once strived.
once you hit you withdraw,
as my foot into the sand claws.
as you leave i am left breathless,
trying to balance and care less.
on the shore of a vast being,
something humongous and inspiring ,
i ponder your origin and mine,
the mystery of the encore.
the tune played by someone devote
like you,creates a sense of revolt,
the need to change yet be constant,
something which will last till the world’s end.
as i leave,
i no more feel free,
left precarious,
i am more cautious,
but i know when i reflect,
fear i can neglect.
the light shines the brightest 
Walking in smooth sands…. I really miss it. Nice feel in the sandy picture and in poem.
That was a great poem! I know that feeling. 🙂 I love the beach
@jeevan: thank you 🙂
@handmaiden: 🙂
great pics! U know how much I love the waves 🙂
we can ignore the fear but we cant hide from it.
Keshi.
@keshi:thanks…true we can never hide from fear…
Vishesh: I can picture the tide, and then, to scroll down and see the sequence of tide events, it was amazing and inspiring. Two of my favorite lines of your poem:
i ponder your origin and mine,
the mystery of the encore.
It is true, as ever constant as the waves hitting the shore, the pondering occurs as to how, why, the mystery of it all.
It makes me miss the ocean!!! Vanessa
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