Every Thought A Snowflake

Six-pointed bits of white noise

Sometimes a flurry

Sometimes solitary

Uniquely different, drifting slowly downwards

Merging with the mundane

To be sometimes swept aside in a melee

Sometimes melting away with the memory

And sometimes suspended precariously, like an icicle

At the tip of a pen

A formless, frozen drip

Poised

To find form as an inspired carpet of words

Crystallised on the blankness of a page

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34 thoughts on “Every Thought A Snowflake

  1. “Sometimes suspended precariously like an icicle” I love that line. Who knows what that thought could be? Dare you express it? Is it dangerous? What happens if it falls and lands on the paper? A great metaphor indeed. Now are you dreaming of a white christmas again? 😀

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  2. At the tip of a pen
    A formless, frozen drip
    Poised
    To find form as an inspired carpet of words
    Crystallised on the blankness of a page

    Beautifully done, Kunal 😀 love the depth in your verse ❤️
    Thank you so much for sharing this gem with me!❤️

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  3. Dear Dada, a brilliant poem, as always. what i love most about the similarities you have pointed out between a snow flake and a poem is the fact that feeling them is much easier than narrating that feelings. hats off!

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