A languid stroll by the deserted esplanade,
Watching the battery of waves glide past the jagged shores,
As they vanish into frothy rivulets
And become a thing of the dissolving past.
I watch the twilight descend on a sanctuary of placid ecstasy.
I watch with composure as the sky alters
From loosely stranded shades of dullness,
To Hope - life's eternal poetry.
I feel the slow caress of time,
Mend the winded ways of chances lost
In the somber ocean of tattered dreams.
As our soaring aspirations wither away
In the cold embrace of tyrannical fate.
When despair in her russet hue,
Cracks her whip on our bruised souls,
A lone voice in her radiant aura cries—
Don't give up for there is hope.
Don't give up for we still have hope.
The spring of life in her seasonal shades,
Lends the script of tears and bliss,
For each one to play their part
Before the booming chime of the Church bell tolls
And the time draws near to finally depart.
But the endless medley of life resumes,
In her splendor and divine majesty
Tireless in her quest for newness,
To shape the coming morrow
From the rustic pages of history.
In the raging chaos of a bleeding heart,
Where all passions burn to cinders and decay
Where each soul takes a lonely stroll
In the virgin silence of the mystic night
To find the solitary oasis of love.
Deep inside a voice quivers,
The poet in me, the eternal lover,
‘Stand not still, keep walking,
Think not of failure or triumph
Just keep walking,
Don't let your spirit clog and fail,
For there is the kiss of liberty and hope
At the end of every road".
What better can I offer a poet, than few verses of my creations? ! - Then when I had almost given up, you came by! ! All lost hopes, and courage gathered back. I learned to see things once again which I had stopped to see long back. Somebody showed me my inner light, reconnected me with my inner self! Your presence is a blessing- a constant place of harmony, Heals for all wounds I wore in this long stride. But you say, the walk is not yet over! - You want me to be walking still… This walk is all joy, as the roads are not dark, now. Every difficult bends of it are now smoothed, and lighted with your presence! !
Amazing words put down.. Heart felt words of ur's, , , Deb Tata
Awesome writing Ranadeb.. I think u put fantastic words together and ur feelings about things.. God Bless.. Ur Friend Always Deb Tata..
Almost an old man's poem - recognize the nostalgic mood that runs through this the quiet pathos that ebbs and flows like a gentle tide - but it ends positively - you are so lucky to be young and not steeped in the cynicism of my years.. I enjoyed this love the moments of colour that accent the odd line - you have a voice Ranandeb
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Composition of words are outstanding. a beautiful write.