Unknowingly

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I wake up, vowing to live

mornings with missing eyelashes

 

knowing, I dream a lot

with dreams, I wish whatnot

 

if a lash lands on your palm; the chances,

forget not to blow it off

 

knowing, it is coming from me

a dandelion leaf of the magic foreseen

 

blown into the stardust of universe, and

song of connecting strings

 

we hold

unknowingly

 

It was already an hour into the new year and I could not hit the bed just then. My mind runs on a a poetic engine and a poem was so necessary to fuel it up into next gear.

Here is a poem to a year full of dreams and wishes to come true. Happy New Year pals!

❤ ❤

Every day is new and may you do something new each day. Make every moment count.

Lots of love and gratitude for your continuous support!

Hope you like the poem! ❤

 

©Written Frames, 2019

 

 

 

11 thoughts on “Unknowingly

  1. That lash, coming from you “a dandelion leaf of the magic forseen” is so delicately beautiful a turn of phrase. I’m thrilled your poetic engine is catapulting you into the new year. These moments spent in your words are indeed moments that count! Shefali, these words and wispy clouds are a lovely way to kiss the first morning of a new year…..<3

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    • I am humbled by your words. Thank you pointing out the phrase you liked. ❤ ❤

      How beautiful the writing process of poetry is! Like the images and thoughts of related emotions, of sights so similar and memories of moments so alike induce a whole network of neurons working towards bringing up something so suppressed in our subconscious till now… Isn't every poem reflects a snapshot of the brain and its workings of that moment….collating various components and metaphors from here and there…and then a temporary satisfaction as if we really understand something , as if we really know something…

      Strange. Very strange. And equally beautiful.

      Thank you dearest D 🙂

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    • How engaging the sight was when I found few of my eyelashes missing as I was checking my morning face in mirror on New Year’s eve! It was poetically beautiful considering the time of the year I witnessed this….many hopes and wishes upsurging with the arrival of new year.. and hence this poem…. I was so happy writing it then and I am so ecstatic knowing you find it equally beautiful…. Thank you dear Isha!

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