Tuesday, October 28, 2008

The wind

The night has entered
Beneath the coldness of dew drops,
And, slowly descends to touch
The tips of the green grass.

I hear, Mother Nature strums a guitar
In melodious tune she plays wonderfully
The wind twists every now and them
Blows the rhythmic notes into my both ears.

The faint laughter of hers
I hear from the distance,
Slowly she enters between my fingers
Soothes them, caresses them.

And I let the faint laughter
To sooth and to care
The wind, I tried to cup.

The night is dancing now
Trying to extricate
From the day’s onslaught,
The strum of guitar goes on
And, the wind keeps blowing,

Mother Nature keeps strumming the guitar
The wind keeps blowing from far
Seeping through the night’s smile
The wind is singing the lullabies,

As I sleep
In sleeplessness.

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  1. good work frnd..... i liked the feel in ur poem and the way u articulated it.....

    i got to ur blog during my blogroll and couldnot resist comenting

    happy diwali dear...!!!

  2. For the first time all year, I'm hearing the wind outside my window. It brought this poem to life for me.

    Beautifully written. :)

  3. This is a very good one Cyclop!

    the last lines...i always find myself there..

    Seasons Greetings!

    see again

  4. DilMainHainPyar : You are most welcome my friend:).

    Scarlet : Thank you Scarlet:)

    Devika : Glad that you enjoyed it. tx

  5. Love hearing the wind though we've not had much this year either night or day - hence the leaves are falling straight down and there's a beautiful covering of gold everywhere. And more raking :)