Is it the wind
that makes the sound
or the mind
that wakes me around
It is not a distraction, but a magnetic pull
drawing us in with or without our will
There is a sense of danger mixed with thrill
After all, they are illusions
without proofs, they haunt like dejavu
I stumble is it me or you?
wind or mind
questions sound of a similar kind
but answers keep varying
nothing to forget
when there is nothing to remind
Memories are transient
stored safe and efficient
Alarmingly magnificent
with waves of past on the shore
swept past the future
what you remember is what you live
gliding vultures clean up nature
fleeting moments leave behind the vast past
that had lasted lot, now lost
finally lost lasts a lot
as seldom do minds survives plot
About the Creator
Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️
Comments (2)
Very lyrical!
Well written!