Floating On Tides Poem by Tribhuvan Mendiratta

O Yay, I never looked so far
To be one of the trite.
For writers,
life is never
A glass of sparkling red wine
Every sip; sublime and kind,
Every gulp a harshened spray.
I am still in haze
Having flounced the ways of rhyme.
In the tides of the time,
Content is receding sip by sip.
But aroma and taste still the same.
This poem means.
I'm off in my floating state of mind
Stranded for far too long
Now on to recreate
That ocean - still young
Evoking of waves that were,
The tides in a state of trance
Don't wander too far
Keep this boat together
Else it will only sink deeper
Dreams of mine can only pray
An ending, with heart seeking yay