Her hair falls as ice,

The moment that can be rewound thrice.

Normal anatomy behind it can't be explained,

The fall is perfect; the fall is precise.


It sways like silk in a frozen trance,

A whispered rhythm, a fleeting dance.

Moonlight weaves through each silver thread,

A shimmer of secrets left unsaid.


Time stands still as strands descend,

A fragile beauty that won’t bend.

Like frost that melts with morning’s grace,

Yet leaves its echo, a soft embrace

- Poetry by Yash Gadade

The Inspiration


Poetry, for me, is more than just words—it’s a glimpse into fleeting emotions, a way to capture moments that feel almost unreal. "Her hair falls as ice" was born out of an appreciation for delicate beauty, the kind that exists between reality and fantasy. That was my thought while writing "The Perfect Fall."

The Essence of the Perfect Fall

The opening lines set the tone:

"Her hair falls as ice,
The moment that can be rewound thrice.
Normal anatomy behind it can't be explained,
The fall is perfect; the fall is precise."

This imagery speaks of something so precise and mesmerizing that it feels almost magical. The way hair moves, sways, and catches the light can be hypnotic. But beyond the physical, I wanted to explore how time interacts with such moments—how we wish to relive certain sights and feelings over and over again. The idea of rewinding the moment thrice hints at a longing to freeze beauty in time, to hold onto something fleeting and make it last just a little longer.

The Frozen Trance

The next lines build on this sense of movement and stillness:

"It sways like silk in a frozen trance,
A whispered rhythm, a fleeting dance.
Moonlight weaves through each silver thread,
A shimmer of secrets left unsaid."

Here, in The Perfect Fall by Yash Gadade. I wanted to contrast the softness of motion with the stillness of a perfect moment. Hair, like silk, moves effortlessly, yet in this instance, it exists in a "frozen trance"—untouched by the normal constraints of time. It’s both fluid and still, a paradox that mirrors how memories linger even after passing.

The moonlight imagery adds an element of mystery to The Perfect Fall Poetry. The night carries a certain kind of magic, where details feel sharper, moments feel heavier, and things left unsaid seem to carry meaning of their own. The "shimmer of secrets" reflects this—sometimes, beauty is not just in what we see but in what we feel, in the unspoken emotions that linger beneath the surface.

Time, Fragility, and the Echo Left Behind

"Time stands still as strands descend,
A fragile beauty that won’t bend.
Like frost that melts with morning’s grace,
Yet leaves its echo, a soft embrace."

This is where the poem reaches its emotional core. No matter how much we want to hold onto beauty, it remains fragile and untouchable. Time may seem to stand still in certain moments, but eventually, everything moves forward.

I used the imagery of frost to symbolize this impermanence. Frost is delicate, beautiful, and momentary—it disappears as soon as the sun rises, yet something about its presence lingers in memory. That’s how I see certain moments in life—their beauty isn’t just in their existence but in the way they leave a lasting impression, like an echo that never fully fades.

Why I Wrote This Poem

This poem, The Perfect Fall, is my way of holding onto the fleeting moments that captivate us, the ones we wish we could relive, rewind, and keep forever. In my case obviously, it's a girl whom I am not yet dating, as she has some forte with her hair, but for you to relate, it can be anything: whether it’s a person, a feeling, or a simple movement that takes your breath away, these moments shape us in ways we don’t always realize.

Maybe you’ve felt this too—those instances where time slows, where something so simple feels impossibly perfect. I’d love to know what this poem makes you feel. Do you have moments you wish you could rewind? Let’s talk about it on Instagram. 😊