Inhaling my pieces!

Washing of ur brain by reflection of your work need a bath.. Just find where you are.. Once for a while!

In d corner of room..
Seeing those white curtains..
Thinking abt engaged hours..
Feeling the washed emotions..

Its wonderful to feel d silence of air..
To be caught within .
Loving d young sun beam..
And nourishing heart by idealistic nature..

Its absence of judgements.
No hurdles over me and my door of thoughts..
That flock and millions going easy
Without bubbles of effort..
And there is just shine over myself..
Reflecting my day..
Walking over my dark..
Its merely I love to be me!

Never hollowness will make me brittle..
Magic of Breathing d best of mine..
And to listen like cry of new born baby..
The Voice that's heals..
Taking to rebirth me...

Closing the eyes..d last hour of day..
Laying down dark persons..
Falling for new born you..
Just catching that bunch of minutes
It's feel lonely.. But d real me..

Author's Note

If any mistakes pls give a touch of guidance .

Reviews

[Prynka]

Lovely words. There so much that we think when we are alone after a tiring day. You have put all those thoughts well . I especially loved these words.
Never hollowness will make me brittle..
Magic of Breathing d best of mine..
And to listen like cry of new born baby..
The Voice that's heals..
Taking to rebirth me...

I would love to read more of your poems.

[Anjali]

Hmm..... Interesting... I liked the concept and theme of this poem, and you portrayed your emotions very well, but there is less rhyming in this, otherwise it's nice!