The Island of Serenity

(c) Shilpa Sandesh

Tides are high,
And so are the swells,
Darker than the darkest,
Is the silent night's sky;

 Life sails,
On the tumultuous waters,
Of the sea called Annoyance,
And the froth of vexation;
Aquatics called furor,
torment, unrest and nuisance,
Swim,
surrounding my solitary ship;

 As the dawn begins
Holding the binoculars 
Of faith and hope,
I look forth;
And there I see,
The lush green calmness,
And a widespread blue tranquility,
Where birds called repose,
Harmony and comfort,
Flew together in flocks;
The vibrant flowers called
Goodwill, amity, glee and joviality,
Scattering the effervescent,
And vivacious colors,
Of delight and felicity,
Euphoria and rapture;

 Here I come,
To bathe in its aura
Of satisfaction,
To fill my soul,
With a never ending respite,
I step ahead,
And I am reborn,
On this Island of Serenity!

Comments

Arthur Turfa said…
Very nice writeQ I could see what you found. I'm working on a serenity piece als. But mine is in the woods around my house! No sailing needed
30 November 2014 at 06:03
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