*When Stillness Wove Its First Whisper*

*When Stillness Wove Its First Whisper*

What that stillness whispering to these meadows?

See, how the silent trees are listening with closed eyes.

The leaves tremble softly, hiding untold stories within.

Serenity rests gently, afraid to disturb the hush.

Perhaps the wind carries words from forgotten memories.

Or maybe the stillness itself has finally found a voice !!

The floral path still remembers every footstep once shared,

By him, by her, with those tiny little feet moving ahead

As the replica of their blissful moments' merriment in love!

Petals lie quietly, guarding the mirth left behind.

The breeze gathers fragments of forgotten springtime,

Each bloom carries a memory folded in its fragrance.

The silent pathway waits, holding yesterday within its sideways

Even in stillness, the flowers bloom with memories unspoken!!

Viswasruti

Like soft breeze, your thoughts embrace so many feelings down a walk down the meadow, some personal, others impersonal but all moving, figuratively exquisite n stirring n provoking the imagination, proving why you are such a compelling word weaver, well done, thank you for sharing this!!

Wow! Such a lovely and profound words Madhu.

Simply beautiful!

Cheers..

Originally posted by: Viswasruti

*When Stillness Wove Its First Whisper*

What that stillness whispering to these meadows?

See, how the silent trees are listening with closed eyes.

The leaves tremble softly, hiding untold stories within.

Serenity rests gently, afraid to disturb the hush.

Perhaps the wind carries words from forgotten memories.

Or maybe the stillness itself has finally found a voice !!

The floral path still remembers every footstep once shared,

By him, by her, with those tiny little feet moving ahead

As the replica of their blissful moments' merriment in love!

Petals lie quietly, guarding the mirth left behind.

The breeze gathers fragments of forgotten springtime,

Each bloom carries a memory folded in its fragrance.

The silent pathway waits, holding yesterday within its sideways

Even in stillness, the flowers bloom with memories unspoken!!

Viswasruti

Poem is beautiful!!!

Originally posted by: Viswasruti

*When Stillness Wove Its First Whisper*

What that stillness whispering to these meadows?

See, how the silent trees are listening with closed eyes.

The leaves tremble softly, hiding untold stories within.

Serenity rests gently, afraid to disturb the hush.

Perhaps the wind carries words from forgotten memories.

Or maybe the stillness itself has finally found a voice !!

The floral path still remembers every footstep once shared,

By him, by her, with those tiny little feet moving ahead

As the replica of their blissful moments' merriment in love!

Petals lie quietly, guarding the mirth left behind.

The breeze gathers fragments of forgotten springtime,

Each bloom carries a memory folded in its fragrance.

The silent pathway waits, holding yesterday within its sideways

Even in stillness, the flowers bloom with memories unspoken!!

Viswasruti

Beautiful thoughts in beautiful words Madhuri.

Is it only me or the Writer's Corner forum is not loading?

Originally posted by: shaitaan_billi

Is it only me or the Writer's Corner forum is not loading?

There is some problem, please check this Paresh Bhai