My Journey Poem by Lopamudra Mishra

My Journey

Rating: 4.8


My journey.
My journey started from the sea,
As a sailor,
The under current of blue waves lures me,
Every wave I cross in my path,
Preaches me, teaches me, cautions me,
Then pampers me with its alluring touch,
I started enjoying the intricacies of the Sea.

More and more dive I inside.
, more and more I get addicted to the buried treasure,
That lie in bottom of the rift.
The hidden treasure is not measured or counted,
My spirit says, it's very difficult to reach to that impenetrable sight,
Which is safe guarded by the horrendous notion.

At other moment my daunting mind asks,
To search for the porous gem, that,
Lying dormant in between the curvaceous Sea,
Instead of moving hither and thither,
I should focus my attention to reach my destination.

Time and tide moves with its speed,
No one waits or retains even if they are free,
I should take advantage of all thee,
Otherwise my riff will never hear the trumpet beat.

My Journey
Friday, May 5, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: destination,journey,sea,waves
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
SOMA SUNDARAN PILLAI 13 November 2021

Poignant

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Unnikrishnan E S 09 May 2017

Hi Lopamudra, A very beautiful poem, periferally of the life's journey. But the undercurrent is of course love and confidence. A tinge of sensuousness sprayed all over... My journey. My journey started from the sea, For man, the journey starts from the shores, not the sea. Here, I see the sea in a quite different color.... As a sailor, The under current of blue waves lures me, The word LURES is very important, conveys a different meaning.. Every wave I cross in my path, Preaches me, teaches me, cautions me, Sure... And Then pampers me with its alluring touch, I started enjoying the intricacies of the Sea. Here, the words traverse the area of love and enters the realm of truth; do convey the truth- sensuousness, bordering sexuality.: More and more dive I inside. , more and more I get addicted to the buried treasure, That lie in bottom of the rift. The hidden treasure is not measured or counted, : : beautiful... My spirit says, it's very difficult to reach to that impenetrable sight, Which is safe guarded by the horrendous notion. Where have I reached now! ! ! ! ! At other moment my daunting mind asks, To search for the porous gem, that, What gem? Lying dormant in between the curvaceous Sea, Instead of moving hither and thither, I should focus my attention to reach my destination. And time? Time and tide moves with its speed, No one waits or retains even if they are free, I should take advantage of all thee, Otherwise my riff will never hear the trumpet beat. Very profound poem.. Conjures up a really fantastic mood.. Exquisitely worded and garnered with most apt images; perfect rhythm.. Well done. A 10+++

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Dr.subhendu Kar 09 May 2017

Every wave I cross in my path, Preaches me, teaches me, cautions me, Then pampers me with its alluring touch, oh when did you become member here. kindly go through some of mine, lest you like...... I started enjoying the intricacies of the Sea.ingenious write weaving to wave intricacies by life,10+, thanks for sharing dear friend Lopamudra,

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Jazib Kamalvi 05 May 2017

A beautiful voyage. Thanks

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