Winter's Depth.

I glance upon the creased sheets
alternate lines of white and blue
seeming to run endlessly
edges falling onto wooden tiles

A new morning's here
and the night has receded
it is time to start afresh
of all that has been waiting

I look around the lowly lit room
no lights except for one
sunshine gleaming through
the little window in the hall

I see the snow fall
making a white embrace
winter seems rather warm
with all the seasoned grace
growing through the whiteness
camouflaged in the coldness

I see little snowmen
playing with snow balls
I see little children
running along the parks
covered in fur
that's warmth for sure

I see little birds
seeking refuge on a tree
they cuddle in warmth
an image so picturesque
flowers await to blossom

Winter may be the winner
the whitest of all seasons
the coldest of the four
yet warmest of them all

I realise then maybe this isn't so bad
the loneliness and isolation
that winter brings sometimes,
it makes one realise
the depths of silence.

What do I do when my heart yearns for you

 
    What do I do when my heart yearns for you

    when all it seeks is a moment with you

    what do i say

    when you aren't on my way

    when the colours go grey

    and the flowers are in dismay

    what should I do

    when my heart feels weak

    and all it asks is merely a peek  

   

    What do I do when my heart yearns for you

    when it doesn't want to listen

    to any of the reasons

    What should I say

    when it just wants to lay 

    and wait for you till that very day

    

    What do I do when my heart yearns for you

    when it demands only your voice, to hear

    although it knows you aren't near

    what should I do

    when my hands search for yours

    and helplessly endures

   

    What do I do when my heart yearns for you

    when it finds it difficult to know

    that time can be so slow

    what can i do

    when it wishes to speed the clock

    just to hold you and have a little walk

    What should I do when my heart yearns for you...

In my illusions.

Your voice resonates in my mind

Even after the phone went blind

I don’t know when I heard it last

For it seems far in the past

My lost soul, you, I seek to find

A gentle flutter in my heart

that of a little butterfly

At the thought of your name

And at our memories, all the same

It skips a little beat

Knowing this distance apart

I fear it may even stop a little bit

I stare blankly

At this little black device

And it’s even darker screen

Wondering if all this is wise

Embracing it tightly in my hands

Anxious about future plans

I give out a soft smirk

For, I know it doesn’t realize

The warmth of my embrace

Treasured and cherished

One that people long for

yet only such phones score

I await with unease

with a tighter grasp

at my suspended life

and the black device

a fervent glance

in an unknown daze

at the dark screen in place

Haven’t you realized?

You aren’t here

I need you near

And I had held you dear

Why did you think

I had no fear

Just by your glance

From your car’s rear?

I stare blankly

For there isn’t illumination

Yet I see

In my eyes,

My very own illusions.

27^th May 2015

AA.

22nd March

In the metropolitan of Paris, a strange silence clouds around... Somehow it seems as if everything is perfect... yet truly imbalanced... A sudden sense of awkwardness as I observe keenly ... A strange happiness if I may..

A smile plastered on all... And each in his own delight... A delight beyond the smile and that I could tell... Somehow however, something amiss though I feel... And understood my smile at unease... The absence of your warmth and thus of peace...

Broken Winged Swan

As the moments sink

and the clocks tick

Helpless sensations

hit me with emotions

striking me down

my wings frown

I violently flap

with a fierce fervent

yet remain unmoved

in my purest white

Ripples of the flap

unheard yet a slap

the stillness of my heart

yet flickering a start

Enigmatic the heart

as it yearns the sight

but forgoing the light

The grace and pride

The honor and stride

inside, they remain

yet,am nothing more than

a broken winged swan

The Flame of Love...

I shiver in cold

As I increase my hold

On the little dove

Lined with white gold

I can feel the marble

Resting in my palm

And I think about

your hug so calm

The warmth I yearn

For my new nocturne

The snowflakes fall

In such sync and beauty

That I admire them blindly

From across the hall

They remind me of you

The thought of snow

As white and pure

As your heart allure

I feebly uplift

But all I can see

Is the flickering

Of the dancing flame

And in the gentle

Swaying of the light

I see our moments

On the frame lit bright

All I ever hoped

Was for your return

A day to be loved

And to be forgiven

Now you have

Just minutes to come

As the candle burns

As the clock ticks…

Away the little time I have…

"There isn’t a rainbow

Black and white

There isn’t snow

Without some light"

I smiled at that

When you told me once

I wish you were here

For my last smile…

But the candle burns

With all it's might

Not knowing what

It holds in sight

I want you my bride…

Just by my side

I hope to see you once

Before my very absence…

I see the struggle of the flame

As it eats into the candle frame

I glance over the mirror same

To realize it wasn’t just the flame…

All I hoped

Was for you to come

For a lap to cease….

And as I freeze

I vaguely see the marble dove

I faintly hear the gentle drop

And with that I close my eyes

Smiling at the last sight I saw….

…..

A gentle creak of the door

A white maiden covered in snow

All she could recover

Was the white marble dove

For what she came for

Was extinguished by

The flame of love…