Mundane Days

      Beside the window
       a river flows 
      & the breeze blows 
      a blurry haze envolpes 
      like a new bride 
      the whole sight sighs. 

     The chestnut themed 
     wood stands still
     holding my belief firm
     roots that feel strong
     pass on an unknown energy
    harmony leading to synergy.

     I sit on my arm chair
     just near the window
    the breathtaking view
    mesimerises my senses
   away from caophony
   nestled in a paradise.

  I have forgotten
  what day it is 
  is it a happy day
  or is it an important  one
  but they are sparce & few. 

   I felt a little nudge
  & looked around 
  but found none
  something then clicked
 life happens in  these mundane days
 in its truest , wildest & naked forms.



2 Comments Add yours

  1. A very soothing poem

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you so much !. Glad you liked it 🙂


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