Windy Day 101

Windy Day 101

A Poem by Priyal Thakkar
"

it's windy do I jump?

"

My friend says the highest number of suicides 

recorded in a twenty four hour span,

was on a windy day. 


Typical of winds don’t you think? 

They rappel your soul, enter from your ears and nose and form hurricanes

with your emotions as the eye. 

Why else do you think when you’re in love 

the wind caresses your cheeks and plays with your tresses?


The wind ain’t got no substance of its own.

Like a chameleon, it echoes what’s in your heart. 


I think that’s intense. 


That’s what makes the wind powerful, doesn’t it?

© 2015 Priyal Thakkar


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Great poem, brilliant word play.. "enter from your ears and nose and form hurricanes" I get jealous when I read stuff like this. Beautiful write.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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