As I stood there to exchange my thoughts,
In a peaceful marina, for a role-play
Together with the gigantic ocean,
Cunningly looking at me;
The cluttered waves ponder their feelings
That I unwillingly wish to listen to them.
A subtle confession reckoned my ears,
And afterward, a soul,
I’ve which has an ideal contrast
Of the other phase of my life;
The one I have yet to find extinct.
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Insight. . . ! 
The cluttered waves ponder their feelings
That I unwillingly wish to listen to them.
Am I the only one to find the line lengths themselves to be like a wave or am I just stating the obvious here? Pretty in more ways than one.
good one 🙂
The constant dialogue inside that one finds hard to finish makes one pathetically unprepared to decide which one to express and which one to withhold. One’s weight of past makes him too heavy to fly lke a bird or flow like a wave. Nice poem, too good!
a lovely write up or should I call it an insight? Nice!
Don’t ask me! 😛 Its your perspective. 😀
– Rahul
Ha, ha. Okay, I will consider it as an insight or even as a lovely insight!