Discover the powerful emotions captured by our #RhymeShots winners. This Elemental Tuesday, we invited poets to explore the ebb and flow of life through the theme “Tears and Tides.”
Experience the beauty of their verses as they weave tales of transformation, resilience, and the healing power of emotions.
Tears can laugh, tears can cry,
In exhilaration or sorrow’s sigh.
Tears and tides, lows and highs,
A cyclical event in everyone’s lives.
Tears and tides always on a stride,
Bumpy or gentle, readily they ride
The arduous paths of hurdles that decide
The emotional thresholds of life to abide.
Tears roll down in reams,
Running berserk like flooding streams.
Tides daring the vast, skeptical seas,
Dancing in ecstasy to the capering water’s ease.
Tears, silent, speak of glorious lores.
They implore and deplore,
In grief and love, tears just roll.
Like tidal waves, they rush, cleansing the soul.
Refreshed and rejuvenated,
Healed and transformed to glow.
– Shakuntala Kanakagiri
Tears and tides—
Both, by a rule, abide.
They swell and rise,
Their undercurrent they can’t disguise.
It’s when they fall their fury subsides;
A lot of upheaval in them resides.
Angry tides rush to the shore in bounds and leaps,
Eyes can’t withhold the outbursts of the dams they keep.
Secrets of the sea tides bring to the shore;
Tears bring forth all sorrows of before.
Just as flood and ebb tide, the ocean takes in its stride,
Tears of happiness or sorrow dwell in us side by side.
The onset of tides is not for the sea to decide,
Tears, at their will, from the eyes downward slide.
– Munira Dalal
My emotions sail in the glistening of my eyes,
Just like water bubbles in ivory clouds float in the sky.
A mellow poke, and they well up to rinse my mundane obsessions,
And to lave the prickly dust that accrues to becloud my vision.
When inner doldrums wriggle within, they surge in droplets as testimony,
Claiming the consolidated pain that finds its way cumulatively.
At times, when unknown reasons for ecstasy supersede my corny bale,
My crystalline droplets pledge to shine glossier than my smile, like profuse rain.
Its balmy tide rinses my unfertile soul to retrieve my impetus again.
– Indrani Chatterjee
