English Poetry, My Poems મારી કવિતા, Nehal, Nehal નેહલ नेहल, Poetry

Growing Time: A new poem – Nehal

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

Published by

Nehal

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…

5 thoughts on “Growing Time: A new poem – Nehal”

Comments are closed.