Been very long that I penned down something... and I am still unsure of what I am gonna write today but I have these restless thoughts that are hungry to turn into words... may be this poem defines it well...
This was
a winter of fairy tales
Tales that were long and unending
So was the winter
slow and undying
Smells of
previous winter
bought back the memories
That slipped through
before I could grab them
But the last winter
didn't bring comfort to me
like it use to be
There was no comfort
in the quilt and in fire
No matter how hard I tried
I ended with the shiver
Rainbow
Snow
Clouds
Mountains
Rain
Fog
mocked me
While I slumped
in their unfamiliar warm glow
Their warmth and colours will outlast me
Many more winters will outwear me
Elia teared into me
when she casually said
"the last winter snow
Clings to your life
although it knows
it’s time to let go".
But I know
the next winter
will only be a reminder of
how cold you were last winter
Your final hurrah.
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