Hiding from the present,
Some rhymes were lost
And the rhythm missed
In the midstream..
In the ashes of time
Travelling distant miles,
I wept and wept
And closed my eyes.
Beneath the dark clouds
On a dusky evening
Rhythmic beats
painted my dreams!
painted my dreams!
Out of the blues
On the bed of river Ganges
In some floating prayers..
Yet again..
I found them
Poetry heals the parched soul…
~~payal~~
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Yes "poetry heals" at least I believe it does. I feel your words in my heart. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteeven I believe it does.
DeleteThank you so much..:)
Deletelovely thought and well said :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Prats!:)
DeleteWow beautiful! Love the last line.
ReplyDeleteGlad u liked..
DeleteWonderful places to find poetry - in dreams and prayers - great interpretation of the prompt!
ReplyDeleteYour words paint a lovely watercolor in my mind. I find the idea of "floating prayers" quite intriguing, too. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you..:)
Deleteanother beautiful poem...and yes poetry heals.
ReplyDeleteThank u Philo..
DeleteI shall remember this poem specially tomorrow. Tomorrow we shall go to river ganges, in the morning. We will submerge ourselves in ganga, and Offer Water to our Expired parents , grandparents , great parents etc We shall also offer the Ganga water all the thirsy soul where ever.OUR FLOATING PRAYERS
ReplyDeleteYes,its pitra visarjan..
DeleteLet Poetry continue's healing..amidst the 'floating prayers'
ReplyDeleteWords does heal and who know this better than us :)
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