Troubled Waves

Troubled Waves

A Poem by Ashesh
"

a tired cliff which surrendered itself to those ruthless waves

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Waves crashed into me,

The ebbs took away what purity I had,

I became spectator to those wishes,

That got washed away in the sea of struggle,

Now those waves return,

Carrying the ashes of my dreams,

Still I stand there consoling,

There was nothing more I could have done,

I submit myself,

To those waves again,

This time with no intention to restrain,

Or to fight back,

I wish it hits harder,

And sweeps me away with those ashes,

Without them I am just a dead man walking…

© 2011 Ashesh


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I like the idea of the waves crashing into a person and taking away something - good in itself, but I like even more the waves bringing something back. Water has always been used as the idea of cleansing and washing away sin. But I think its more than that in this poem - the imagery of waves bringing ashes with them is suitably dark but a beautiful image. I like this, good work :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


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this is really really soulful

i enjoyed reading it and learned about life at the same time
thank you so much for taking the time to write it

Posted 13 Years Ago


I have always thought of waves as a harbinger of good things but this one was a very poignant change. This poem crams in a lot of pain and sadness without any redemption in sight. A haunting yet beautiful piece.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Each time I read this I feel something different and something more. It ebbs and flows just like the salt waves that you have written about. I love it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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the idea of waves crashing into you..a sublime and clever metaphor to a interesting and haunting read

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Awesome....

I agree with you, dreams and wishes keeps the life going. Once if they are lost for ever then, there ends the meaning of life.

"I became spectator to those wishes,
That got washed away in the sea of struggle,"

Beautifully said...

Thanks for sharing....

Posted 13 Years Ago


I love the metaphor of the waves and the ashes. Waves have that characteristic of taking things away, yet coming back again. I liked that the speaker then mirrored the waves, coming back after they took everything from him. And even though ashes implies something bad, he wants them back, good and bad, because without them he is nothing. This could be a metaphor for a number of different things, such as an off and on relationship, an addiction, or just life itself. After, without the bad stuff, and the hard stuff, how do the good things hold such great meaning and significance to us? Just like death gives life meaning, the tragedies and pains in life give the triumphs meaning. Good poem, possibly my favorite from you so far.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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very nice and deep soul searching

Posted 13 Years Ago


in a way, those waves wash away what was unclean

Posted 13 Years Ago


very beautiful..I was taken away by the waves for a minute there..Enjoyed reading it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


the blended mythic origins are so beautifully subtle one has to pay ever close attention for those gems hidden in the waves~ multilayered and creative~and of course the composition is breath taking~ a melancholy surrender~

Posted 13 Years Ago



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