I was walking slowly
holding hands with a wind storm It was too small
people couldn’t even hear or see him crawl
now, As days passed into months and then Years that storm became a tornado
and he made me his eye
at the center, I stayed but still in peace
simply, carrying the wild storm beside He looks at me, while he rolls and spins
and asks me “Are you fine?”
I smile back at him and his dexterity defined
its then he glides up and continues to intertwine
girls walk with nature... and boys go on a "Date" with nature. such a dejavu we're all living in. LOL
jokes apart,
quite a post it is... simple. calm.. and as tender as ur wavy thoughts. it's always fun walking along with wind, and having a company of mother nature. it even speaks to u directly through ur soul, and drags u to hallway of ur destiny, if u listen to its call, deeply. really?? guess, i am blabbering now. LOL
i gather English is not your first language but you have expressed yourself beautifully.
The small wind maybe is your soul growing within you as you become aware of the wonderful gift of nature
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
I am an Indian
So, Hindi is our First Language but yeah over 85% of Indian Population speaks .. read moreI am an Indian
So, Hindi is our First Language but yeah over 85% of Indian Population speaks English :)
Wonderful use of words. I did enjoy the story inside the poetry. Those storm keep us feeling alive and well. Thank you Pragati for sharing your amazing poetry.
Coyote
Remember, you need not to be rhyming always. Keep addressing your thought as they flow. Try out similar works, keep the pace right and don't worry if the flow. Eventually you will get what you've it in your mind.
If it's pain keep it around the topic, just focus on the pain and the reason.
If it's love similar way, and so on. I know this is your 1st poem and it just got me back to my olden days when I started.
Just read more poems and collect the topics. Write more and read more make errors, mistakes etc.
Keep up the great work :)
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
Well thats not my first poem
I started eight years back
Yeah, may be Somewhere you are.. read moreWell thats not my first poem
I started eight years back
Yeah, may be Somewhere you are correct!
i am working for the best :)
I am a box of thought process in glee!
An Indian girl, bit far from the acidic attitudes and unavoidable nuisances.
I write when my mind and heart goes for a walk together :)
Welcome to my pieces.. more..