Reminiscences
- Hashtag Kalakar
- Dec 20, 2025
- 1 min read
By Suvreenda Sood
In the winter, wind chimes in rhythm
A soliloquy of somber sensations wither
Of silent breeze or above rapids mid meadows
The dance they seized and the dance that mellowed.
Winter Winds amidst forest vines
Agape, windows, the dew, the snow its signs
Blossom a hope, a yearn of spring
A silence cloudless, a recurred sing.
The windows shut, the stillness instills
The chimes, tranquil, gaze at the falling fractals
No song, no sound, yet a serene quadrille
Inside hollow, awe the frosted carousel.
The song of the Chimes, the breeze of the wind
The harsh gale, a backdrop of the snowflake's spring.
By Suvreenda Sood
Excellent
Its been long since I have read so beautiful lines..... Made me feel the winter breeze through the window ...watching the agape and listening to the chimes.... the words being used to explain the scene is so sublime
Too good👏👏
To begin with images appear to clash, however, they are brought into a lovely interplay of emotions and conditions. One could hear the chimes throughout!
Very impressive 👍🏻