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
It’s amazing what a snowflake can lead to, like this beautiful poetry. Really enjoyed the use of metaphor here.
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Thank you, guys! 😊
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It’s our pleasure 🙂
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A beautiful snowflake……I loved the line….. sometimes melting away with the memory 😍
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Thank you, R! …and when that happens, sometimes I’m up all night trying to pull back the forgotten thought!
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I love this, Kunal. 🙂
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Thanks, Em!!!
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“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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Yes I am 🙂
Thanks for stopping by, Chev, and reading and commenting.
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😊
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Such beautiful fierceness.
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Thank you
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Nice👌
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Thanks, Prakhar!
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Nice analogy.
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Thanks, Chris! 🙏🏽
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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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Wow, thank you, Sanaa! You’ve made my day! 🙏🏽
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Likewise ❤️
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Beautiful so well penned.
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Thanks, Kamal!
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Welcome kunal
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Do not find words to admire your versatility. Love you. God Bless.
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Thanks very much! And the same back to you.
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A cool poem! 🙂
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Hahahah, thanks! 😊
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Wow. This is wonderful. Awesome and creative. This one is a work of art Kunal. I bow.
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Tip of the hat to you, Yasmin. Happy and humbled that you like it
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I am honored ,
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Yaar chhodo, cheers bolo – here’s to writing (& reading!)
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Yes. That’s what I like. Cheers !
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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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Thank you, Amit! You put it well 😊
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i am honored Dada!
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