Geetha Jayakumar

(Kerala Palakkad)

Gone With The Tide


A tide had come.
It washed away everything.
Leaving nothing on the shore.
All the happiness and excitement,
It took away along with it.
Nothing left on shore.
Just a song of silence,
Played by wind can be heard.
All the liveliness gone along with the tide.
Just a whisper of calmness can be heard.
Now its like a blank paper waiting to be filled.
But the ink of joy dried away forever.
No new song could fill this blank paper
Let's make a boat of it
And float it on the river.
Let it flow along with the wind
After a time it will just sink deep down into the tide.
Yeah, a song can be heard in future
Of the dead boats end! ! !

Submitted: Friday, December 13, 2013
Edited: Friday, December 13, 2013

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Sumi Nair

Submitted: Saturday, October 05,2013
Edited: Monday, October 07,2013

Comments about this poem (Gone With The Tide by Geetha Jayakumar )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

New Poems

  1. The Resting Mind!, Varanasi Ramabrahmam
  2. Morning Mist and Clouds, Ananta Madhavan
  3. All Equal, A.j. Binash
  4. Letting Go, Electric Lady
  5. नोँसोर फैफिनबाव, Bahadur Basumatary
  6. Love Letters on Leaves, Nalini Chaturvedi
  7. Halved, Raihana Abdul Jabbar
  8. Gathering Rosebuds, Doyen Lingua
  9. My Stallion, Raihana Abdul Jabbar
  10. Hooker Nadine Gordimer, Richard Thripp

Poem of the Day

poet Edmund Spenser

Of this worlds theatre in which we stay,
My love like the spectator ydly sits
Beholding me that all the pageants play,
Disguysing diversly my troubled wits.
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]