Sea by The Promenade

Sea by The Promenade short poem

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The incessant lapping of ripples,
Sounds of waves that swell and fade,
Mask all the murmurs and whispers
Of amblers on the moonlit promenade.

The hovering darkness of the night,
Ignored by the roaring sea outright,
Rising and falling to the moonlight,
Paints a vastly majestic sight.

Humbled by the marine dance,
I stand watching in an awestruck stance,
As the sea turns into a mellow masseuse;
For men like me, a gorgeous muse.

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Deepak Janardhan

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My name is Deepak Janardhan. I live in Bangalore and work for IBM as a Technical Writer. I started writing at the age of 20 years and since then writing has been the love of my life. I am a passionate writer, a hobbyist photographer, an incessant learner and eternal dreamer.
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Deepak , the line’ mellow masseuse” is so apt! You won it… That imagery!


Ah beautiful you have caught the stroll on the promenade spot on. It is quite sureal and peaceful.
I enjoyed the imagery and reading of your poem.

Laya Sarath

Ohh thats a cool one.. well i visualized it 🙂

ammu sachariah

Nice poem. I enjoyed it ,

Viswas Menon

@deepak_janardhan…That is good poetry….with feel and expressive imagination…well done …keep sharing


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