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Unveiling Complexities of Love in Winter

Deeya’s poem explores love’s complexities in winter, highlighting comfort, warmth, harsh realities, longing for sunshine and renewed connection, exclusively for Different Truths.

Mittens keep us warm in winter
like the embrace of a friend
long lost, of the sudden joy
it creates in the heart of a dear one.
 
The fireside keeps warm
like a baby nestled in its mother’s
womb safe, waiting to see the
light of the day, so welcome.
 
Winters are like shifting paradigms in love
 
Here, dreams wither, as fishes
in the hot sun, devoid of its
freshness, emitting a smell
to tingle our nostrils with its
offensiveness.
 
But when winter snows, like
heaps of cotton piled up, speaks
in a crisp tongue, quite
different in its beauty and warmth
it creates a certain longing
in the heart to mingle with the sun.

Picture design by Anumita Roy

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Deeya Bhattacharya
Born in Durgapur, West Bengal, Deeya Bhattacharya has a PG in English Literature and a Graduate in Education from the University of Burdwan. Her poems and articles have appeared in several national and international journals, websites, and e-zines, besides several anthologies. Member of Poets International, she has read her poetry at quite a few fests. She teaches English and Poetry at a State Government High School.

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