A love poem in the backdrop of a cold winter night, by Madhumita, for Different Truths.
Wintry night embraces, shivering, frigid and piercing,
Lonely in love, my heart hibernates, gelid and cold,
Sleep returns in the dream-laden eyes slowly, of old times reminiscing,
To strike the glacial barrenness, in its warmth to hold.
Each memory hides within the warmth of the past, in refuge,
The heart slows its pace in concordance,
The frost bites deeper, bitter, numbing all senses, in accordance,
Helplessness takes out the dagger of pain and starts stabbing the self,
As the bleak dark night, mourns like the widow, freezing, and turning to the stone itself.
The clock strikes twelve,
Midnight hours coldly whisper as the dying embers smoulder, trying deeper to delve,
I run my fingers over the silken grey of the night while in the still warm flesh, the passions race,
The impossible is achieved as the heart warms up to love, the dreadful cold loses its pace!
©Madhumita Bhattacharjee Nayyar
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