Ripples Of Life

Ripples Of Life short poem

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Life is a journey,
Every second a challenge,
Along many paths,
Never at same crossroads.

A moment’s significance,
Tiny choices reverberate,
Resonating ripple around,
In its intensity.

Some frozen moments,
Hidden in the heart,
Sink deep and fall into,
The chasm of the soul.

There’s a fire in life,
That sings and sways,
With a breath of hope,
To soothe the scars.

The silence of solitude,
Seeks a melody of silence,
Along a lone battling path,
As all disappear into a hazy mist.

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The beauty of life as a journey captured so aptly! Wonderful to read!

Laya Sarath

Lovely Geemme…The ripples..they are so different..happy sad…solitude..and then everything disappear…..too good a poem 🙂

ammu sachariah

Beautiful and powerful words Geetha. The happy and sad moments……the solitude …… good.


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