Shore

I am lost,

In the wilderness of thoughts.

I searched for a shore,

While swimming through,

the ocean of thoughts.

To settle down in a hideout,

To build the ship of a life time,

And then, to embark on a journey,

For conquering an ultimate horizon

I found a shore,

But it’s too far away!

The currents dragged me away,

My unrelenting efforts took me a bit farther,

Only to be lashed out further back.

Every setback augured me,

To fight back and not to give up.

Every forward movement,

Thundered an excitement inside my heart

Giving some energy to fight on,

In tandem with rising expectation.

Are my expectations too much?

I wondered!

But realistically where am I?

Neither drowning in the ocean,

Nor reaching the shore.

Floating like a wooden block,

With only tides as final source of hope.

However, tides are getting ruder now,

Resisting all my efforts to move forward

Shore is smiling,

Yet yelling,

It is screaming at me

You are an intruder,

Hence, you aren’t welcome!

The beautiful shore is enticing,

But, it’s harder for me

To reach anywhere near it.

I wish the wind cease to flow,

So that tides secedes from my path.

But what shall I do?

To convince the shore,

That I am not an intruder!

When there is no welcome,

The shore will be inhospitable,

To really weave the dreams,

Or, for strengthening my aims.

May be the ocean can do a favor for me!

It can submerse the shore,

To encroach the inlands,

Then I can reach that forbidden land

With the power of tides

Otherwise, it can get away

Leaving behind more area for the shore

Sparing me rooted to the ground

Then I can walk with ease towards my destiny

It’s harder for me to conceive the fact,

That shore is so near, yet so far.

It’s not a lost battle yet,

Time and tide will change,

I will somehow,

Make it to the shore, soon!

I wrote this poem couple of years back. I've entered this poem in  pleasantly-disturbed-thursdays-vol-7 blog carnival. Please visit to read others writings. Image courtesy the colonnadeinn .

My Pleasantly disturbed Thursday

Indeed,

I hardly slept during night

Due to a troublesome flu

Set alarm to wake up so early

To call my friend

Whenever I felt like sleeping

Some thoughts keep coming into mind

I kept scribbling down

Into pieces of poems

After travelling through the highways

Of my memories

I saw my ever-pleasant village

Innocence prevails in its atmosphere

I saw the people I left behind

The ones who cared me so much

My lonely childhood

The places where I used to play

With my imaginary friends

I wonder how I started hating it

Though the warmth of their love

Still touches my heart

I saw how my life took shape

From my lonely childhood

As I scrambled through my options

Seeked suggestions from others

I found my mind in a state of stagnation

I searched whole day for an inspiration

Until I saw pleasantly disturbed Thursday

I realized, I have to get back to the past

To dig the treasure of memories

To churn out the missing pieces in my collection

My words

I wonder, the more I try to put lid on

Those dark days of my life

It seems to flash inspiring visuals

For me to cultivate my art

Now, curiosity has taken over my heart

To find out the meaning of forgotten relations

Those priceless moments  

The wish to go out and find those

To see, how they are

But , I don’t want to walk back to those corridors

As I have to move on to new pastures

 This poem is written for participating in Duane-Scott's Blog Carnival. Please visit. 

 

Vague Thoughts

To be among these wily-foxes what I should do?

To remain un-shattered,

 Should I keep my mind f rozen-all the time?

To achieve something special,

Should  I throw away,the castles of imagination?

Should i bring  the dreadful experiences back to the mind,

To bear a new torch,

Towards the milestone that I am looking for.

Is it possible to climb Everest

with Himalayas in one hand,as well as Alps in other hand?

May be I can!

As idles have to bear,difficulties overwhelmingly at once!

It is impossible to go to the stars!

But, it is not improbable to dream about stars.

Forces are there,for nothing, for everything.

Boredom is awaiting all the time everywhere.

But pleasant thoughts can help one to get out of it.

Calculations are theoretical,

But, in practice, most of them falter.

Fights are for those who want to prove their grit!

Hills and forests are for those who love,

“The beauty of nature”.

For those birds, life means freedom

As they can fly

For man life means detention!

As they are always in bond.

Can these bonds be broken forever?