The song of winter

A symphony of
Joy and sorrow;
A blend
With a hope for ‘morrow,
The harshest winds
And the pandering pain
Pulverized, the moment
You gaze into the
The fog
That subdues the planes.
For a little while,
The tainted,
With the innocence of the snow
Shall rise – to live on another day.


A rather overloaded mind,
In this silence, ajar –
With the daydreams
And wordless songs.
An unresolved call
To the closed lips.
The mirth
Of just looking
Within and beyond.


Surreptitiously taming the
Inner beast,
Luring the disarry
Into a woundless peace.
Silence, in the middle of
The roads that have ceased
To sleep.


Like the
Tides, rising and falling –
You will go on
Faltering and fading,
Reborn and perservering.
A single spark
In the murk –
Time pouring through,
The laden hearts
Plummeting through the impossible dark;
We will prevail.

The storm

Brave the storm
And find the mellow
snow –
Like a melody
In the midst of agony;
A talisman
To soothe your


Lend me your heart,
And I will whisper
The wonder,
That the world couldn’t fathom;
With clasped hands
As we wander
Into nothingness,
But it is nothing less –
A place, where the tainted soul
Can grow the flowers
Untamed and innocent –
A little love,
And we will last.
My Talisman.


Blended the opposites,
And sanity was tamed,
Living among the
Pandering sycophants;
Love and life remains
The charade of the lands.
We stay here –
Mastering faces
Over the shadows of the sun,
We flow with the wind, far away. 。

Iridescent light and impossibly dark,
Rise to form the fate as we know
Amidst the order, a chaotic game
Time and time again, yet
Moira – the fate remains untamed. 。

Symbolism: Perspective

We walk this path,
Without a single catch,
While the splash of black
Creeps into the sullen track;
White aglow
This morning call
A smile stuck
Like an everlasting sketch –
Colors inverted,
In this stately deck. °

Can’t seem to focus,
Can never be part of a blend.
What is happening?
Oh, my precious kin –
The hue that holds them all
And the one with the lack thereof –
Two streams melding
And everything in between –
Strike a melody
So wonderful. °

Hope to prevail
Hope to love,
Past the calloused hands
Our blood and sweat,
Are the same and one. °

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