Her mood was vacant.
in search of far off memories.
Some lost sounds of childhood, heard
clearly on that still moonless night…
Of distant bells pealing faintly,
a broken melody She recalled.
Reciting ecstasies of yesteryears,
hummed her own wordless verse.
She sang to herself,
the rhyme many a times.
It made her heart sway
to the tunes of her mind.
In quiet moments, her song
plays itself ,unaccompanied.
It’s the wave of life in her emotion…
the underlying rhythm of her thinking.
Solitary imaginings form the poetry;
unrelenting heartbeats to complement.
In the alleyways of her thoughts, thus
her song , freely echoes.
~ Childhood memories have fragrances that render each incident with a unique flavour."Her Song" tries to preserve many such beautiful sounds from those gone days...
in search of far off memories.
Some lost sounds of childhood, heard
clearly on that still moonless night…
Of distant bells pealing faintly,
a broken melody She recalled.
Reciting ecstasies of yesteryears,
hummed her own wordless verse.
She sang to herself,
the rhyme many a times.
It made her heart sway
to the tunes of her mind.
In quiet moments, her song
plays itself ,unaccompanied.
It’s the wave of life in her emotion…
the underlying rhythm of her thinking.
Solitary imaginings form the poetry;
unrelenting heartbeats to complement.
In the alleyways of her thoughts, thus
her song , freely echoes.
~ Childhood memories have fragrances that render each incident with a unique flavour."Her Song" tries to preserve many such beautiful sounds from those gone days...
I think I missed reading this one before... A really soulful poem. I particularly like this one!
ReplyDeletephrases like 'ecstasies of yesteryears', 'wordless verse', 'Solitary imaginings form poetry'...are very creative phrases and transform 'her song' from something that is heard to something that is 'thought'!
Well done!
Oh your insightful thoughts gave "Her Song" a more profound meaning!
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