in the journey of waves

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 30; the thirtieth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

Beneath the golden glow, silver light.

In the cradle of  soften sands,

 I move in zeal, for a journey

towards the stable lands.

Lenticularly,
with latent vivacity that underlies,
along with the sparkling surf of dreams,

filled with unkempt vitality , I rise.

 Capturing its peak ,the envisaged height,
with its mighty crust spread wide,

with bubbles mingling with air,

slowly , I subside. 

Gingerly,
approaching the conclusion of the voyage I lead .

reaching my  exide, beginning another journey,

 passively into the anonymous, I recede.



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dear diary

On basic notes , the poem simply depicts the journey of  wave of rising and then falling back ,but on a metamorphic note it depicts the different stages of life just from comfortable childhood to  vivid adult hood  to old age and then n the anonymous journey of death. Isn't life just like a wave? isn't the picture above depicting the very fact ? Well , I found it to be so. :)

yours 

school girl

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