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Aug 2016
Observing the uncanny sea waves  
wrestling with each other
proclaim rivalry
as they roar through the buffeting gales
is no less than watching a war.

They rise like jeweled swords
hypnotized by moon lit sky,
pouncing preferably,
piercing through the enemy -bleeding avarice which
coagulates and transforms the silver swaying sheets to smug ridden breath choking dark blankets.

Rhapsodic survivors continue the slaughter
cajoled by dark brown ghosts of the shore
glinting occasionally with gravitated silver shafts,
looking like an enticing bejeweled throne during twilight, mere boulders
anxious to receive its new master and feeling maudlin
for the ones fallen in battle, dead.

Some are left behind and some
reach the destination at last,
forfeiting,
once a powerful individuality
to infinite, anonymous dots
evaporating only to form the clouds of incessant covet
waiting patiently for the seasons to change its course, again.

Makes me wonder, we inspire them or vice versa

-Pallavi
There  is a never ending chase everywhere for everything!
Pallavi Goswami
Written by
Pallavi Goswami  Bangalore
(Bangalore)   
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