Bathed in Sunlight...
The curtains barely move,
Yet the cold draught in the room is
too much bare,
So cold so that I don’t feel any
hair!
The day outside is grey and dim
As if the clouds have decided to do
so on a whim!
My shivering hands reach for my
coat,
As my doggie dearest sleeps as if a
quivering goat.
These winters days are days I
dread,
But I have to earn my bread!
So I set out, overstuffed and ear
muffed,
Hands in glove, the winter winds
seem chuffed.
Blowing my hair in my face,
Turning me into a hopeless case,
Up above, the ominous clouds
Sure do winter proud!
But winds of change were about to
come,
As the noon sun thawed my bones
numb.
Then the grey clouds ran for
shelter,
Their silent chattering aloud, they
ran
Helter-skelter!
The mighty sun made an appearance,
And the clouds made haste for
disappearance!
My unsettled heart stood still,
Bathing in sunlight gave me quite a
thrill!
I always tell my folks... Soaking up the winter sun is the best way to read a book, the best way to finish a packet of parle G and the best way to think about people you havent met for a long time.. :) So warm, so snug, so comfortable.. i could opt to die like that! :)
ReplyDeleteMost beautiful, Nikita - some spectacular imagery and feeling. Lovely work.
ReplyDelete@AshenGlow
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@Sneha
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
The light at the end of a tunnel. Silver sunshine will always break through... Well written N
ReplyDelete@Rajesh
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
This is intriguing and vivid, Nikita.
ReplyDeleteHave you stopped blogging as well? Missing my old blog buddies..
ReplyDelete@Suajata
ReplyDeleteYeah... no time and no inspiration :(