Thoughts jingle around the room,
as whir the windmills of fate.
Echoes of past often loom,
brighten the flicker of faith.
Hills beckon in the background
upon which set daily gaze.
Faces come, converse and crowd-
fit into his piece of maze.
And we shed tears forlorn.
He not lonely, tho alone.
Great poem and the last line is mind blowing, make me pensive though.
Thanks much, Pramila..Appreciate your reading.
captures those ineffable ,fleeting moments of understanding and self-realisation ; life ,the universe and everything in the blinking of a poetic eye.
Thanks so much, Louis. I always look forward to your comments eagerly. Appreciate it, my friend.
Touching & melancholic…Rahul beautiful write
Thanks a ton, Maya.
nice one