On the Wings of Wind: On the Wings of Wind

Sunday, May 25, 2014

On the Wings of Wind

On the Wings of Wind

I don’t fear to grow anew

Finding solace in solitude grew

It isn't soft but ably I chew

The memories I weave yet never few

My wings flap full on conscience true

Passions high at patience adieu.

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On the Wings of Wind

The Anthology of Soul’s Whisper is a ‘dateless’ diary of picture in words with feelings and emotions wept and laughed at different episodes of life. It is an album in which the incidences (sweet and sour) are captured and displayed. A poem to me is the picture of the poet. Only with the eyes of a poet can we but find his picture in his words. I cannot guarantee the presence of ‘logic of the imagination’ as T.S. Eliot (1975, p. 77) sated but with certainty I urge you to read it to discover the follies of a poem without ‘logic’ or ‘imagination’ in it. It is worth the read…