The sinister spell is
finally breaking. I sensed
It’s days are numbered.
I offered my ablutions,
burnt an incense and
first in million tiny
moments paused and
gazed at the serene
smoke rising, I saw
the icy ghost of
gloom , staring one
last time.
.
Gloom
Numbering the days of rough time and tribute to lighting agarbatti – our tradition . Great work
Thanks a lot dear for your kind words and taking out time to read. Appreciate it 👍
Can you bring more Indian traditions in petry ? I am trying but vocabulary is a constraint
Your vocabulary is fine, you can try as well.
Donno. I tried some drafts . But its not coming out d way it shuld. I mean, it shouldnt be too obvious. Written in a subtle way
Ok 👍
You can practice and it gets better with time!
Okay. Any reference material or things as in you may also be referring to fine tune
No I’m not referring to any material.
Cool. Btw . Wrote enuf mess these days. 😉chck some if u wish .
Sure I’ll 👍
Beautifully crafted poem.
It’s like it’s composed in the shape of incense that finally vanishes away with a whiff.
Vanishing like the icy ghost of gloom which is the poem’s subject.
Drac you accurately captured the essence of my poem, thank you so much. Yes i wanted it to be in shape of incense, wanted to create a visual of smoke and whiff. Thanks for your insight and kind words. Regards.
I like it… 👍
Thanks a lot Steve, appreciate it. Regards.
Tantalizing handiwork, constant beauty
Thanks for taking out time to read it, I’m really glad you liked it, truly appreciate it.