Embers
The sultry evenings are left in yore
Feeling the cool breeze and hoping for more
Warming up by the first bonfire
I listen to the words of the lovely zephyr
It talks to me in hushes n claps
It comes and caresses me
Making me comfy and fresh
And makes me yearn for some warmth
Yearn for that coziness of the woolen on a freezing morn
Looking into the embers
Amidst cacophony, its peace I find
The steady glow of smouldering cinder
Gives direction to my cluttered mind…
I delve into the warm thoughts of tomorrow
Awaiting cozier days to come
Forgetting every scorching day of the past
Am filled with hope and miseries none…
As the dying cinder beacons
And I breathe life into the fire…
Emerging from the eclipse of the ashes, so flaky and gray
I see the golden exuberance of the ember
And I resolve to never let die the ember of my life
Never will I forget to fan out the ashes …….
©Manashi Pathak
3 comments:
"...And makes me yearn for some warmth.
Yearn for that coziness of the woolen on a freezing morn..."
Evokes nostalgia. Great imagery.
The Witness
I liked this poem....very nice...
very good job manashi.. :)
looking forward to read some more..
As i have said before , i find this your best poem..the imagery that you evoke of winter is priceless.
As the hot Pune sun burns my skin, your poem sudenly brought back a flood of memories from my winters in assam..the misty mornings , frying "kath allos" on bonfires...the oranges seen in abundance on roadside stalls.pure nostalgia
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