Hyperbole
After reading and writing
About rains clouds mountain and hills
Glorious sunrises and lingering sunsets
An eerie feeling stares at me
Rather haunts me nowadays
Of being imprisoned
Inside a shrinking bubble
Of ever closing horizons
While many bubbles float past
Which were never explored
Not touched nor even looked at
In a lifetime lived in
Hyperbole
Had assumed
That thoughts flowed freely
In mountains and valleys of mind
Creating a paradise of falls and streams
Nourishing my Eden
And that eerie feeling struck again
What if my perceptions
Flowed from a single pipe
Unbending and rigid
©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar
Brilliant❣️
Thanks a lot Cindy.
Yesterday I came across a new word for me, punctum. A small point. I read it can mean something so small that people overlook it. If we try to see them , they will add beauty to our lives. Your poem made me think. Well written.
Thanks Lakshmi.
Very profound thoughts Shashi
Thanks Sadje
You’re welcome
❤️
Great 👍
So beautiful