Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Poets and Poems - Priyanka Bhowmick


IN THE SILENT WIND

Swarming up to my spine,
The lusty fingers,
As I walk,
In the silent wind.
Singing the eternal elegies of life,
My mind crumbles with the bygone years,
Played in the tattered strings of seclusion,
Provoking my core with an enormous thrust,
Cracking up my heart with ablaze,
I can hear my blood seethe,
As I walk,
In the silent wind.
The fate of my survival,
The spill of the fiery memoirs,
Tormenting me brutally,
Stabbing my soul second by second,
Tears that streamed down my eyes,
Turned acidic today,
I hear them still bawling,
As I walk,
In the silent wind.


(Published in the Cynic Mag- Aug 2010)



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3 comments:

P K Padhy said...

Dear Priyanka,
I have the pleasure of reading your poetic creations.The metaphors and imageries make the poem rich in philosophical feelings.
Good luck
P K Padhy, Ph.D
India

Priyanka Bhowmick said...

Thank you so much Mr. Padhy and Dunlap Sir :))

Alan Summers said...

Dear Priyanka,

It's great to see your longer poetry here. ;-)

I especially liked this line:
"Played in the tattered strings of seclusion" and the refrain of "in the silent wind".


all my very best

Alan
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