The Dangling Chimes
Hanging chimes through the aimless times,
Telling a story that few recognize,
Playing with winds like they are age old friends,
Unwittingly in the process, making their presence felt,
Hearing the sounds of the dangling chimes,
Mesmerizes me within a matter of time
As I get blissfully involved, in the heavenly sounds
I feel my soul without any wounds
I wasn’t fortunate enough for the sensation to last,
As I hear the knock on my door as a deep impact.
Hanging chimes through the aimless times,
Telling a story that few recognize,
Playing with winds like they are age old friends,
Unwittingly in the process, making their presence felt,
Hearing the sounds of the dangling chimes,
Mesmerizes me within a matter of time
As I get blissfully involved, in the heavenly sounds
I feel my soul without any wounds
I wasn’t fortunate enough for the sensation to last,
As I hear the knock on my door as a deep impact.
4 comments:
This is a beaut poema dn really it is apoem .I like dude..Keep going u r on the way :)
hmmmm oh yeah. our poet is here, gud yaar, too gud,, yaar kuch sexy poemm bhi bana to,, like kya chaal hai,, kya maal hai:P lol kidding.. nice work vibs
good yaar. i find da last line funny ..
you project your childishness so eloquently!
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