Mischiefs in the surrounds, winter wind told me the story I have heard long ago.
Sun becomes recital and every ray becomes reciting the old tale.
Distances call from far, all the awaiting dispersed in the shiver.
Sitting against fire, Still I am cold, Warmth is neither felt nor ignored.
Games of dark and light, Oh this, vicinity and aloofness.
Winter winds telling me the tale, I have heard long ago.
Every moment elapsed looking for another one, every moment of gaining and loosing.
Making a little mark, on my heart, each of those moments faded…
Again, this winter wind is telling me the tale, I have heard long ago.
Sun becomes recital and every ray becomes reciting the old tale.
Distances call from far, all the awaiting dispersed in the shiver.
Sitting against fire, Still I am cold, Warmth is neither felt nor ignored.
Games of dark and light, Oh this, vicinity and aloofness.
Winter winds telling me the tale, I have heard long ago.
Every moment elapsed looking for another one, every moment of gaining and loosing.
Making a little mark, on my heart, each of those moments faded…
Again, this winter wind is telling me the tale, I have heard long ago.
~Close up:
"REVENGE IS THE PUREST EMOTION"
Mahabharat.
(Image is from Flickr, Phillip Klinger)
what was in mind while writing this ?
ReplyDelete-Rashmi.
hee hee :-) the Winter wind...wht else ?
ReplyDeleteHi swathi.. its very nice... very well written.. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Gandhi. :)
ReplyDeleteare...wa...bahut khoob..
ReplyDeletebut you need to write an encounter with everything in life as well sometime :)...
Rajeswari honey...If life chanced, would love to. thanks a ton for dropping by. :-)
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