Winter

Winters has befallen in my world

And the everyday sun I had promised

My gusto to, has hid itself in folds

All the shades of blue and red

Have put on their veils

Upset that in my darkened place

All their attires look the same.

To my dairy I explain

All the excuses that could be framed

About the gaol home seems like

And everyone's life better then mine

The world being pathetic to tasks done well

And my heart whining for love in it's cell...

A myriads of consolance is bestowed

By my poetry, pens and pillows

yet I am awake the heart feels dead.

Thus I endow a termination to

An everyday race life has turned into

And let my eyes course down all that it held for too long and too tight

And let pretty dreams linger at night

Devoid of next day plannings for fight

I write till the ink fill up every blight

Until my soul had spent enough time

Away from the intrinsic world and it's frights.