Lullabies For Myself Poem by Bharati Nayak

Lullabies For Myself

Rating: 5.0


I weave the magic words
To sing lullabies to myself
But lullabies float in the air
Carried by clouds
The song is heard somewhere

The tortured soul
The restlessness of nights
Finds an echo
And there is no explanation
For a heart throb.

Saturday, October 10, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: creativity,love,poems
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ratnakar Mandlik 10 October 2015

Lullabies float in the air Carried by clouds The song is heard some where Due to the magic words. Nice flight of imagery. Thanks for sharing.

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Bharati Nayak 10 October 2015

Thank you very much for your appreciative words.

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Sekharan Pookkat 10 October 2015

lullabies float in the air' echos in the ears of crying souls heal the agony and fury of the restless minds - thanks for sharing

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Bharati Nayak 10 October 2015

Thanks a lot for your kind words of appreciation, reading and rating my poems..

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Kumarmani Mahakul 11 October 2015

But lullabies float in the air Carried by clouds The song is heard somewhere........yes, it is. So imaginativve. Thank you for your words-weaving skill.....10

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Kevin Patrick 29 August 2020

an enchanting and haunting work the words are both soothing and caressing, these words are magical and with them give remedy to a tortured soul.

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Edward Kofi Louis 10 February 2019

Magic words of love! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Dr Dillip K Swain 03 February 2018

An amazing poem! Lovely expression: ...lullabies float in the air/Carried by clouds/The song is heard somewhere........Loved reading it..............10

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Dr Antony Theodore 17 July 2017

magic words and lullabies woven…..clouds and song. The tortured soul and throbbing heart. In the first stanza you are very positive and in the second you bring the reader to the valley of sorrow. Love and its mysteries, joy and sorrows, .. you are very creative dear poetess.tony

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Jesus Diaz Llorico 29 October 2016

So true, you cannot find explanations once the heart starts to weave on its own. No matter how the mind explains. its always the heart that wins...really nice one.

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