Down came the snowflakes
Descending over so gradually
Bit by bit, flake by flake
Engulfing everything around
In that pristine shroud
Dissolving all the other hues
Under a blanket of pure white
Almost enthralling all in a trance
Overwhelmingly making you believe
In its forever permanence
But for that, one lone bench
That stood there testimony
To that ever transient rhapsody
Of the fleeting emotions play
From time immemorial
For, it had witnessed it all
And lived through the assortment
Of the varied streaks of emotions
All, which often meant nothing
More than a heart's manifestation
Yet intertwined to form an embodiment
Of everything, of that one single whole
Each entitled to an epithet of its own
One an enigma bigger than the other
However, whatever be they
Whether a necessary evil
Or an elusive fantasy
They always came in
And happened to befall
Just like the snow
Tiptoeing away stealthily
Only leaving behind
Those few moments of euphoria
That could be only held on
As the rest melted away
Season after season
Bit by bit, flake by flake
PS : This post is posted as part of #BlogchatterA2Z 2021 challenge for the letter S.
Poem posted as part of the 30 day poetry challenge for the month of April #NaPoWriMo2021 and #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour.
4 comments:
marvelous! how well you've portrayed the ephemeral snow and the shroud that it makes over the landscapes. How nicely you've put the tiptoeing emotions across, each entitled to an epithet of its own.
Transience of life- very well captured. Your poems are so beautiful Ira.
When it snows or for that matter when it rains also, sometimes you feel it is never going to end. Beautiful observations and composition.
Isn't this what mythya looks like...the one our scared texts warn us about: "making you believe
In its forever permanence "
You are a gifted wordsmith. xx
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