Life Story Poem by Vidur Mohta

Titrations, Tribulations and Trepidation,
Feelings blanched into gumption,
Implanted despite the loud humdrum,
Of righteousness with exclamation.

Mind is a shore with a hurricane,
Tumultuous rough sea, turning to foam,
Mulling and polishing the sand,
Into a clean slate,
Design disappearing with each wave,
Like a constant reminder,
It's a pattern, so don't abate,
Because each wave that comes,
Eventually retreats and relegates,
Taking with it all that's laid,
And whats left is a plain field,
To weild your next masterpiece,
Leaving impressions for others to see,
Until the next wave or screed,
And it's lost forever.