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.


Walking with no expression. °

Changing shades
Like the rhythm of the sky,
Yet –
The blurry glass
Reflects each hidden jar
Of the unrest past. °

Each sentence
Who am I? °

In the clasp of the call
Beyond the insipid scars;
Tenacious beings of the stars
Smiling, to rise from each fall
Again and again.
Unbridled kindness
Stitching one to all.
Simply inspiring
With each passing hour. °


Sparkling lights
Spirited away tonight,
Wandering the streets,
With chaos that never ceases –
An unexpected tranquility,
On the day of Christmas Eve,
A myriad of dreams
Wound in one breathless destiny.


Bring your sadness
And all your blessings,
The city of brotherly love
Will embrace you, as are.
The wandering snow,
And the lights of Christmas,
Will set your heart aglow,
And spread cheers as the dawn recedes.
Come night or day,
Set your heart aflame;
For even a flawed hearth
Can warm your days.


The wind to my soul
Sways with the light
To turn me whole
‘Tis a wondrous night
Of hues – I could elope
With the little star
That holds my hope,
The minds spar
And succumb to a drunken glow
Dear December, may the cheers
Past sunset flow. •

Fire 3: Light

This festive season
The crackling rises
In synchronous tides,
Warmth and wonder
Reclaim their stride.
Passing the stories –
With the jolly crowd,
Tap your feet to the aster loud.
Love, my sweet,
The lights are back to town.

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