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Do think...

Somewhere lost in the sea of silence, I try to find the solace in you,
I try to live the truth, and there I find me in you...

I know I build the restlessness around us for some time...
But your talk seizes the pressure every time…

The wind goes still for a while…
Oh that wouldn’t deter me to carry on for miles…
But you know the fact..
I cannot go on for long with the same smile…

I feel I’m rowing this boat a little too hard…
But I'm probably thinking of too far!

I’m sure the waves would lead us to the shore
But me being me, I would still row…

I know trivialities happen for a reason…
But you know, with time, changes the season…

Yes times do change, and so do thoughts, they say...
A tiny ray of hope would still help me play…
Along the crevices I will still follow your way,
To help you think, if you may...


  1. nice one...i usually dont stop at poetry but this one is good...:)

  2. I really like your poem.

    What I am getting from it is that the speaker is doing too much, while getting too little back from silence, or whoever it is. The idea of rowing too hard, or maybe too far really works well.

    The whole emotional experience and reflection on it is very quiet and peaceful, even though waiting for the other to think, consider, and/or respond may be nerve-wracking, and perhaps heartbreaking.

    Keep up the good work, and enjoy the Poets' Rally!
    You can find my entry at:


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Moments pass by A smile with a wry No tears to cry I fail to write me off…
Off they go With a smirk in their eyes Off they go With ignorance on their minds Off they go.. my feelings.. Oh! off they go from all the sides
Looking out with an array of bewildered emotions I’m letting myself be taken away in this wind’s direction Without your sanction Oh lord! how do I put my past off…
Standing on the edge of this cliff I wonder if I at all miff Oh please don’t play the riff In the times so stiff When I fail to look out for a partner to just laugh it all off….

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A thundering sound passed by..
The loud firing jolted me back
As the speed added a zest to my fly..

I am pulled in the momentary series of images, emotions, and a thought..
An experience of a visionary creation of my imagination..
Oh again in that usual daydream, I am happily caught..

It starts with a dense cloud of dust on my face
As I rub my eyes to see through the haze
Oh my god, a Desert Storm in front of my eyes!!!
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I park my Storm under a street light, a little mist around...

A dog crosses, looks at me with a refrain..
A dry leaf flies with the breeze..
Settles itself aside in disdain..

I prepare, and wear my gear..
As I assure my Storm, "Babe, you are made to arouse fear!"

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