Tuesday, November 17, 2009

The ocean was adrift of the shore
guilt-ridden it buried its pathos underneath
One day mother earth tore its heart apart
nature erupted and time tossed,
Alas, they meet again.

1 comment:

Vittaldas Prabhu said...

Is this poem for the merciless cyclones that hit unsuspecting victims? At least, I visualized it like that.

However, I found another interpretation. We lead our own lives like this. We are detached from ourselves, not ready to see ourselves in the mirror for the dreadful things we have done. And one day, all of it is exposed and we stand exposed to the fury of our own Soul.