Those moments of
Just breaths
No grunting
Or sighing
The cycle of
expanding
And deflating
Those lungs
And amidst this
Breathing, a
Vision emerges
The woodpecker
Stops and
Looks,
At the wood,
Only looks
The vision moves
To another
Brighter one
With a new
Dawn of
Freedom,
Of stillness,
And existence
6 comments:
Wow.
This is sheer beauty girl.
I learn a thing or two everytime I read you.
Good going girl :)
you just have a unique style of writing! which is beyond awesomeness!
This is deep. you not only wrote of silence but also a mean to be in that zone. forever :)
So honoured by your comment Naby ... But you inspire me to try my best!
Pyaari Aavi ... You like it? That makes me really glad :)
Oh wow.. Your comment was actually much deeper than my poem - thanks Nimue! You're the reason for this.. :)
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