A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)

Whorls of Words…


Of whirlwinds and words
The way they drop tantalizingly out of reach
Or feather your cheeks lingering as they pass…
How they storm the bastion of close held secrets
Ferreting out strands of stray raw ones
So that the cold and hot, both hurt the exposed, worn nerve
Like a recurring toothache. One you cannot do anything about.

And yet again they become the salve.
Cocoon you in a verse, a story
Staying close till at least the scabs form.
I drink words this morning.

#magicalmornings MM#251 1 Feb 15

#cheatpost 🙂 #magicalmornings … More in the coming days!

#Day2 of #FebruaryFlows a part of #RamblingsinFebruary 🙂

Author: Usha Pisharody

A rambler, pretends to be a teacher, loves to dream, and go on Quixotic Quests in the Realm of Romance With Life...

7 thoughts on “Whorls of Words…

  1. Her whorls of words — she zaps us with them
    And some verses make us haw and hem
    She says she cheats
    But even these feats
    Were Magical Mornings from which they stem!

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  2. No cheat
    This feat…As Gul says 🤗

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  3. I love how you have strung the words, and the imagery. You are so good at it! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Like petals of a flower,
    A hot summer day’s shower
    Your words, our minds empower
    at the same time they devour.

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