come knocking at my door
in hours past midnight
one, two, three and four
they scribble on the roof
and scramble on the floor
clinging to the walls
I hear whispers in the store
when shadows yearn for stealth
the winds come out to play
in gleeful company and misty solitude
these rhyming winds forever will stay
This Poem is shared with Theme Thursday - Winds.
Amrit I really like this one. I am interpreting these winds as metaphorical as opposed to literal? Both interpretations would be beautiful :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Keith :-)
DeleteBeautiful! You have a flair for both prose and poetry! :)
ReplyDeleteThank You Aditi :-)
DeleteLoved the description of the wind as being naughty.
ReplyDeleteThanks :-)
DeleteI think of the wind as spirit...good or bad--always changing, and always blowing, either with softness or violence. I like much reflecting on things like this, and especially with your words guiding.....
ReplyDeletePEACE and LIGHT, Amrit
Thanks Steve :-)
DeleteThese rhyming WORDS forever will stay...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
Thank You Saru :-)
DeleteLovely fantastic and impossible dreams ... why not? ... while they last ... hmmm?
ReplyDeleteOf course :-)
DeleteYou make me sick!!! Is there anything you can't write your heart and soul out??? From what I've seen, there is no stopping you! The last couple posts that I've just read, are amazing!!! I gravel at your feet your highness! LOL! :)
ReplyDeleteNow you made me sick with such high praises ... I am still a learner Crystal, and have learnt a lot from efficient writers like you. Thank You so much :-)
DeleteHow beautiful...Now at night this would play in my mind..
ReplyDeleteI am honored :-)
DeleteAlmost lyrical ya. Nice choice of words.
ReplyDeleteThanks buddy :-)
DeleteBrilliantly done Amrit. I'm glad Aditi recommended your blog :)
ReplyDeleteThat's so kind of Aditi ... thank you so much for visiting :-)
DeleteJust beautiful, Amrit.
ReplyDeleteThank You :-)
Deletewaow!! this is simply awesome ... :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Sanjana :-)
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