Tuesday, January 11, 2011

winter whispers...

 Rolls of tears to guard her
spiralling down her winter frosted cheeks



In the dead of  freezing night she ran
when she couldn't endure the pain




An alone commodity that she is

in age of relationships

In the lanes of despair she sees

suffering meted out

Roughened up words

massacring all her good deeds



Her face covered
and her soul naked


Running in empty bazaars
to escape her fate



She finds not a place
to empty  her head


Cuddled in their frames
dogs abound


befriending some good Samaritans
for satiating their appetites


  She ran across the blizzard
and mild rain


and wondering of how delays
ended her hope one day


Brash and rude has she become
beneath her silent frame


Yet no one sees
nor feels

the love beneath her pain

Have lost longing
and summers way


       She is as cold as winter
         which benumbs your soul
           and keeps you wanting

             for that eternal summer...



"If winter comes can spring be far behind"

3 comments:

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  2. I wud so love to write a gud comment on this but u know m neither intelligent nor able enough to give my opinion on this post..still i am commenting to let you know that i do read your blog whenever there is an update here :)

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  3. Lotsa memoirs collected, packed and frozen...let it melt and flow away ;-)
    nicely done

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