Chimes

By Lavanya Ranawat

Shimmering in those

sunset yellow glitters

are my chimes

Chiming,

remembering a journey

tingling and hitting each other.

I become forlorn,

my voice changes

they don't change

immortal speaks to priceless values mortal.

I listen,

they say, create a wheel.

Spinning around - round and round

of every sensation.

They handle me,

when I don’t.

Chiming the wind's every sound to

my ears

I ignore, but fall every time,

hear the remedy.

A precious thing in dusk

a daydream cracks.

A just glamour 'tis.

Remembers my sojourn,

wakes me up before I slip into a deep lost

slumber.

They are my chimes; it is my chime.

By Lavanya Ranawat