The nostalgic wind blows me
down the memory lane
I cherish the essence of
reminiscence
melting down like ice on leaves
as winter gives way for spring.
It wasn't a surprise as the season
returns
even if relationships aren't in
form as before
memories could not resign from
office;
the heartstrings feel the gentle
strokes
as wind touches the senses.
The squirrels and parakeets’
screech
despite their shrieks, the
afternoon
remained silent in the void of
curfew;
the winged birds fly, and the
wind blows
who dares to shut their doors?
The wind becomes stronger later
as storm clouds gathered to
oppose
the sun shutters its shop
earlier;
the memories of summer rain
harvested
as the storm, at last, hit hard
on us.
8 comments:
Good one . We had a heavy rainfall today and I also felt wow about it . I shall be writing a blog soon on the rain .
Lovely!
nice poem jeevan
What a beautiful poem.
Wow! Wonderful poetry ~ well expressed ~ Xo
Happy Weekend to You,
A ShutterBug Explores,
aka (A Creative Harbor)
A beautiful poem, Jeevan.
Nicely written.
Wonderful poem!
Well done, Jeevan.
Have a great day!
Nice poem. Whatever the circumstances around us, life still goes on. Have a wonderful week.
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