The sky puts the wheel of mist on the diminishing sunlight, as the autumn tries to bring winter in his house, where everything is bleak yet beautiful, as the dusk descends glistening of raindrops on dying grass and leaves illuminate the air. Coral jasmine adorns the bed of autumn, and his heart is full of fruits with ripened core infinity transitioning into eternity. Do the trees yielding these fruits imagine too that they are free?
Aanchal Makhija
@Dr.Aanchal · 0:31
You. Hello there. And the third or fourth day of the October, and it is my favorite, favorite, favorite season. Autumn. Yes. And you have beautifully portrayed it. Even I tried to start you know, even I tried to write it about it, but you have beautifully penned down your thoughts. And my favorite line is when you said that, you know, diminishing, the cold mist diminishing, and it is reaching the sunlight. I'm just paraphrasing. So beautiful work
Gunjan Joshi
@Bibliophile · 0:57
So in this season also, I'm very happy because I've created a lot of things and I've contributed a lot to publications. So this and spring is the happiest time for me as far as my creativity is concerned. Thank you once again for listening and for your beautiful observations. Thank you
Himanshi Thakur
@GreyMatter · 1:31
Thank you, Gunjan. Keep writing. You write really well and keep inviting. I would love to listen more from you and stay connected. Take care and hope you having a great week. Thank you
Gunjan Joshi
@Bibliophile · 1:31
So there is a lot of ambiguity, as if nature is trying to confuse you, whether it is the time of regeneration or whether it is a time of destruction. So that is very beautiful to me. And also, you said that you like the line when the tree says that maybe leaves are falling, but I will never be free. So in a sense, the tree is caught in a vicious circle of this regeneration and destruction
Adarsh Rai
@TheDevilsHorse · 3:20
Hello, Gunjan. Thank you so much for inviting me to such a great poem. And I have heard it twice since yesterday. And it's few things, you know, I'm not just amazed it took me put me in a different place. And there's just few lines like infinity transitioning into eternity. Bleak yet beautiful. It's a miracle. It's a villain that has woven out of silk
So the moment was was listening to your swell, the October Rai, I was literally feeling like I should repeat telecast it. I should repeat listening it again and again. Such a beautiful swell it was. And I really like the way you are connected with nature. Because in this busy world, in this world where we are always busy with our work and all, you still find your time on how you connect yourself with nature, how you show the beauty of nature to everyone through your wonderful lines
Gunjan Joshi
@Bibliophile · 2:03
So even fruits are ripe fully there's bounty of harvest and even in shedding of leaves there is a strong possibility that regeneration of leaves is not far behind. So everything in his house is bleak yet beautiful. Also, in the end I would like to add that phrases which you added in the end your lines were mesmerizing especially when you said that there was a cosmic dance of infinity and eternity. So yes, that's what an ideal relationship or a love looks like. So, thanks once again
Hello Gunjan. And another beautiful poem from your book. Another beautiful poem that is intertwined with nature, vivid imagery, deeper symbolism that reflects of life and death, passing seasons, the season of autumn and winter. And also it leaves the person listening with a sense of nostalgia for these months and what it means for them these months of October where one is entering into winter. So altogether, a wonderful and beautifully written poem. I loved it
Gunjan Joshi
@Bibliophile · 1:29
Good morning Candy. It's a beautiful Sunday morning and your encouraging words have made a perfect start of the day. I guess you have this perfect way of pointing out few phrases you might have admired and bringing out finest of details that you might have liked which makes the creator's heart very very glad had. So I guess being a poet has a lot to do with it
