#WisdomWhispers

In the silent room with closed windows
I hear the whispers when the wind blows
The books flip their pages and shows
The knowledge that unite friends and foes

It's been a long time since I've slept in peace
Mind wanders faster than light without ease
Sometimes I feel lazy sometimes my heart rate increase
Wisdom is what I desire to have please

I opened the window and took my book
I stared at the night sky to take a look
I forgot to eat and cook
This is what I desire, to be a writter, as the pen I took

A gust of wind blew my hair
I looked at the moon with scars and is fair
I was hypnotised by the moon's beauty as I stare
And I started writing poems without a care

I left all my problems behind
and started writing poems of all kind
The nature now gave me my mind
This night sky made me no longer blind

That's when I heard the whispers of wisdom
The true passion and a true kingdom
I felt the true writer's syndrome


Nature whispers the wisdom into a writer
Emotions are pens used by him and her
Words the art and poems are songs of singer
Atlast a written work is like a masterpiece by a painter








© IceFire