Date: 28.11.2009
Time: 10:20 a.m.
I asked for you the moment you were gone
You stayed back awhile, pondering perhaps,
Only to come laden with the hopes of Spring —
A return as short as season itself
Which so readily gave way to Summer.
I still asked, “Are you Winter?”
The scorching sun burned me in reply.
The year rolled by and I waited,
Waited for you to show some signs of existence,
Some signs of your return?
I had almost forgotten the feel
Of your electrifying touch on my skin —
How I’d feel your presence with every gusty wind
That blew across from you to me!
You made a woman wait, or hush!
Am I even a woman, or just a child who never grew up?
A child, who never stopped loving the warmth
That arose within as a rejoinder to your chill?
There are no snow-covered peaks where I live,
Yet I have terrace-tops from where I can sing,
Sit on a water tank, and be glad of the joy it brings.
I should have liked to jump delightedly
From one terrace-top to another,
Soar and exclaim the news of your arrival
Feeling nothing short of sheer bliss!
But we men and women have become unkind
For our terraces no longer entwine
And our buildings grow apart as do our hearts.
Winter! O Winter! Are you back as they all claim?
Sweet season, will you suffuse your characteristic cold,
While the heat of a warm heart still remains?
Will you bring those warm hearts closer or make them colder still?
But answer me, first, pray, “Are you Winter?”
Or are you just a figment of my dreamy soul,
As you were when I asked last Spring?
Winter! Love! Let not my passion drive you away —
It is through passion that I was born,
And only the most fervent passion that grips my soul
Can be the one which makes me die!
Stay, please! And love me the only way you can,
Surround my soul with your coldness
And let me thaw your defences from within.
Let me admire you in all your glory —
The glory of a landscape touched by your light,
Frail and dry from the outside, but teeming within with life,
I will become that little girl once again
Who would glide gracefully in the air,
Immersed in happiness that only a child can know,
Singing of Winter, in a land without snow.
End: 10:55 a.m.
6 comments:
I don't know how you write so amazingly, but I'm in deeply love with this one. I can relate to every phrase and expression and felt like I am the lil girl myself. I love winter the same way.
it's wonderful. great job xD
AritrY: Thank you! =) Winter is wonderful, isn't it? It's my favourite season! I feel happy everytime I go outdoors! :D
Ship: Yes yes, I am awesome! ;P I'll fix up a day to meet up sometime this week. Will call and let you know. :) Let's see, Park Street would be good. It's just that it won't be for too long since I've been sleeping and slacking too much and Chemistry is awful. :P And I'll check it out too! :D
yesok. park street is too far though. ill see if i can come with sneha.
Amar toh thandai daant kopati ek hobar jogar! Its nice to sing about winter in a land without snow :P
Merry Christmas! :)
it seems that the secret of writing good poetry is to spend 35 minutes on it! ne'ertheless it's my favourite season too, milady(though it's tough for the Black Pearl 'midst all them darn bergs!).
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