Pleasure Seekers #Poetry

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Pleasure Seekers

Crowds scare me
And a crammed beach?
Not for me!

The waves lose their rhythm,
Their crescendo gets mixed up.
Human voices drown their melody.

Then there are the surfers 
Who block the spectacular view
Their pleasure can’t match mine.

When beach becomes Times Square
When faces become an ocean
Halcyon horizon vanishes.

The magic of merging into the unknown,
The breezy caress of whirling waves
Passes by unnoticed.
© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration What do you see #273.

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45 thoughts on “Pleasure Seekers #Poetry

  1. Any place too crowded can take out the pleasure of visiting it. Thanks Balroop for joining in with this heartfelt poem.

  2. Balroop, your poem perfectly captures the tension between nature’s peaceful beauty and the chaos of human presence. The contrast between serenity and crowd noise is striking.

    Much love,
    David

  3. You describe the beauty of poetry within your first lines ~ “The waves lose their rhythm, Their crescendo gets mixed up. Human voices drown their melody.” The bliss of poetry, yours especially, allows the mind to escape the endless din of crowds and find the beauty of life within with introspection. Wonderful words, Balroop.
    I’m looking forward to reading your words.

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