Growing Time: A new poem

 

 

 

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Hanging wind-chimes  of my,
leftover dreams;
half written  poems;
untold stories.
Decorating my windows of desires,
with their unfamiliar yet beautiful sounds.
Sometimes time grows into unheard melodies.
-Nehal

Author: nehal

Physician by profession, I like to spend my spare time reading literature and philosophy, getting to know different cultures and exploring various forms of creative expressions,..paintings,music, photography, cinema, theatre, sculpture and of course poetry. I usually write in my mother tongue Gujarati and sometimes in Hindi and English. Nehal’s world is at the crossroads of my inner and outer worlds, hope you like the journey…

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