The Tornado... Poem by Vikrant Jog
The Tornado...
In the outer mess,
Subrogated insight,
Winds of emotions,
Flow up,
And go,
The smell of memories,
Still stay,
But certain winds,
Torment within,
And around,
They never change,
They never go,
Subsequently,
Learning begins,
To live with,
Or without,
Tame and forces,
Still vary to look,
Within,
Somehow,
Without...
Tornados sweep unexpectedly within and without! We have to learn to face them, though to still them may not be that easy! But cling on to some strong pillar, so that we won't be swept away! A powerful write! Thanks for the invitation! !
fabulous.i like it.our memories are like a tornado.stirring our thoughts.better live in the moment.~nb
Powerful write that says so much about our tornado of emotions, the question is to live with our tangled web or without! ! Inspired write! !
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Very nice, you have a vivid image and clear idea..good! keep it up ok_soul