Like the snow that fell into a blanket
round the windowsill by your library shelf
sparkling in the winter days like vanilla twilight and your eyelids keep falling
down on each other with a bit of lashes flickering
pent up breath blown into a balloon
of mist unto those windows
your lazy fingertips wiping out the hazy
seams of the mist into some letters
that cuddle with each other into unwritten poetry
forgotten tears shed in those nuvole bianche
tripping up and down the fraying strings
of the puppet master , feathers are sprouting
in the penguin flippers and a headlong
dive we go into blood of yellowing pages
the rust has come , the screws have fallen apart
the wristwatch creaks after each ticking moment
no footfalls are heard ever as you rest
in your bed of roses with thorns to stand sentinel
Author's note : Inspired as the name suggests from the message board of our eloquent poet Dreams_writer20499 ,where she had written a poem on 12:41 pm , 15/07/19 .
Go and give her books " Dear Transient " , " Playing Words " a read .
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Reverie
PoetryA collection of poems. It had reached #1 in #stair out of 55 stories and had been maintaining it since then till 09/09/19.
