Across The Wind Mill

When the mind is sucked in a pandemonium,

Finger play with the sand grain,

Eyes are in search of some sunshine,

But, brain says, now breath is at end.

When breath becomes like,

A storm in the wind mill,

When sun seems to come,

Down from the uphill.

When moons melts in, Front of the eyes,

When there are only downs, and no highs.

Just hold your breath, Close your eyes,

Feel the breeze, Passing by,

If the heart says

"Things are not mine".

Just make it chill,

Say, "It's just not the right time".

Author's Note

Try to see the ray of light in the pitch darkness because even darkness can't survive without light.

Reviews

[Nature]

Wonderful. Filled with hope. That's what everyone is looking for in life. Everytime I read something, I have a habit of choosing best lines in the work.
Here it is-
When moons melts in, Front of the eyes,
When there are only downs, and no highs.

Just hold your breath, Close your eyes,
Feel the breeze, Passing by,

[David the writer]

Aside from grammar, this piece was rather good. Keep up the good vibes.

[Payal Saxena]

Thx actually I am not that strong in grammar. And some slangs are just a my expressing style. Anyways thanks

[pksmart]

Wow so natural feeling poem. I love when cool air pass by me. I love to see moon with a smile. I feel good when morning sunlight falls on my skin. Good imagination!

[hari]

Well written. so true, 'if things are mot mine. it's just not the right time' ... happy writing!!

[Payal Saxena]

Thanks. For appreciating the true idea of my writing