Blow hard upon your thoughts.
You’ll find, perhaps,
An un-extinguished ember
Still holding that fire
Of that dream you
Sold to life.
Saving but a hopeless
Sometimes torturous
Journey to its inception.
Maybe a bubble shall form.
Of memories, of faces,
Of a hurt you thought you forgot,
Of tiny joys, tremulous
Clinging tenaciously
To that ephemeral airy space.
What would you wish for
Tonight?
Fire or Air?
24 April, 2017
Day#24 of #NaPoWriMo 2017, National Poetry Writing Month, 2017.
Yep, a forced write. 🙂 The muse is tenacious at wherever she is 😛
April 25, 2017 at 4:56 pm
I’d wish for air — a cool soothing breeze
Rustling through the thirsty trees
Let them embers turn to ash
Some of them’ve been rash
They’re done with Life, let them cease!
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April 25, 2017 at 5:16 pm
You are wise, Gulshan, and content perhaps to have been through the fire and ice, and know what makes for a more easeful passage in Life.
I love love love how you put it across. That five-liner of yours is my treasure. Thank you, ever so much, for the gentle wisdom and love that always comes through 🙂
Gulshan ❤ you're the best 🙂
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April 25, 2017 at 7:19 pm
Wow! Intriguing! What will I find if if blow upon mine? What if it is that Pandora’s box that I did away with long back? So for the time being I shall leave them undisturbed.
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April 27, 2017 at 1:13 am
Sometimes it’s best to let them be, no? Thank you Bindu 🙂
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