Here she is!!!!

Years after I saw her;
Hearing her talk incessant,
Watching her dance gracefully,
Sensing her loving touch,
She is still the same.

Every time she raised and swarmed;
When she fell to her knees;
She was there eagerly
to tell me some thing.
Something that I lost track off.

I went near; to hear her words,
but wind blew them away.
My thoughts wandered with that,
And she went back to vastness.
What was that she bubbled about?
Why did she run away from me?

I still stood listening to her gurgles,
There she came again,
from the vast expanse of darkness,
With a multitude of friends,
Gathering her strength on the way.

It was time for me to leave,
I convinced myself;
She would tell me,
All the worries of people,
which she took away,
How she had fun swaying
towards the sand castles,
And kids who jumped and
danced with her,
when we meet again
My Dear waves!!!!
Do remember me.

Comments

Anonymous said…
first here too... :)) i get a double scoop of pista ice cream... :))

quite a gud one... cool lines...
12:15 PM
Anonymous said…
wow...read it once again...really gud..adhu eppidi neenga mattum kavidhaya ezhudhareenga...!!!
12:17 PM
Raju said…
My first visit here..

Wow.. that was a terrific poem.. I was imagining variouos things before the final few lines took me by total surprise.. Very nice.. Superb.. Get going!!
4:57 PM
Anonymous said…
Very nice poem... Though initially I thought of a girl... something told me to think different as I kept reading... I guessed it was waves... hurray!!! I was right :)
Nice poem... Kalakureenga Janani :)
5:21 PM
Janani said…
@Golmaalgopal
Unga pista ice cream will be deliverd. Don't worry.

Thanks for the comments :-)

@Raju
Welcome to my blogworld and Do keep visiting :-)

Guessed up right????


@KK
Neenga yaaru.. Great aache... Kalukunga.....
8:43 PM
Anonymous said…
NO WORDS... Really excellent... what inspired u to write poems?
1:36 AM
நாகை சிவா said…
romba feel panni irrukiganu theriyuthu.
appala vanthu padikuren
:)))
7:34 AM
Has to be me said…
I love the waves too! Nicely written
9:24 AM
Anonymous said…
Happy Diwali Janani!!! :)
4:03 PM
Harish said…
kalakitta...
5:00 PM
மு.கார்த்திகேயன் said…
evlo nalla feelings la romba naal kalichchu oru poem..

kalakkiputta janani..good..keep the good work madam :-))
9:29 PM
மு.கார்த்திகேயன் said…
ama athepdi englishla poem ellaam ezhuthi ippadi kalakurathungura secrettai solla mudiyuma konjam, janani :-))
9:29 PM
radiantbear said…
Pardon me, coz I have to accept, I was thinking dirty. Also with the earlier poem, where you were talking about a girl, you know all that + a messed up mind like mine can do wonders. ha ha. Until the I read the last lines, boy I was embaressed.

I was wondering why all those words, like buble, swarm, vast, dark,.. but thise do associate with girls too. But it cud'nt have better written better or simpler.

There are a lot of blogger poets in blogland but sometimes eventhough I can never get to your level, your someone I can safely say, I have a similar style with.

cheers,

ny
6:35 PM
Janani said…
@Manoj
Nothing inspired me. Just kicked off writing. Never knew it wuld go so well.

@நாகை சிவா
appaala vanthu padichutu comment sollunga annathe...

@HTBM
Thanks :-)

@Harish
Thanks [bavyama sollaren ]

@Karthikeyan Muthurajan
Apdyaaaaaaaaa..Romba pongitenno...
Englipish le poem ezhuthatarathu ku speciala onnu theriyama irundha pothum -grammer.

@NY
Your poems are amazing. I am just a novice.
And thanks for the comments
12:25 AM
Janani said…
@ALL
Happy Diwali.......
12:25 AM
radiantbear said…
I tagged you.. hurray!!!

http://nanyaar.wordpress.com/2006/10/22/tag-tree-2-the-unusual-endings/

Im really hoping to see how you continue this story.

cheers,

ny
2:38 AM
Anonymous said…
sooper...like kk i too guessed it shd b d waves....same katchiyaakum :D :D
5:21 AM
MicroCosm said…
Beautiful poetry..Really loved it...Had atleast a dozen images in my mind b4 reading the last 2 lines...Keep up the gud wrk dear
12:16 PM
MicroCosm said…
Beautiful poetry..Really loved it...Had atleast a dozen images in my mind b4 reading the last 2 lines...Keep up the gud wrk dear
12:16 PM
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