I shriek, tumble and fall Into the remnants of a memory, Of a cold winter’s night When you had burst forth, from deep within me.
Category: PenMuse-14
Lament for Lost Friends
Listen, can you hear it- The deafening silence That engulfs the forest- Where are the denizens My furry-footed companions Whom my heart fondly recalls? Look
I Love the Cold
The winter snow beckons me into her fold The winter sun seems like real gold I love the winter and I love the cold The
So Now the Winter Comes
The void is painted black with a rustic wind It’s the white moon that drops the ice grains Edges of the grass are too reluctant
My Little Munchkin
A chilly day, my regular route I caught a glimpse of that familiar look. A twinkle in my eye! Did my eyes moisten? Was that
Cold Revenge
A ‘COLD’ winter night and everything quiet Duped and dumped is a soul forlorn with fright Cocooned in his cosy corner like a stuffed doll
The Homecoming
Waking up, one winter morning As she looked outside the window And experienced the nasty cold and chilly winds blow “O God! Have mercy on
Heat in Cold
I am searching for something stolen; To keep me warm in the cold.I go mutely from one person to anotherTrying to identify the thief. My search
Warmth of Love
I ate alone then Could see her pacing up and down Fresh homemade pickle, curd, white butter Used to give me company I longed for
When We Feel Low and Cold
Despondency creeps on us gradually, Sometimes it’s not easy to act rationally, We lose our interest and desire naturally, It’s all a part of the
Winter Love
after these many years of grey where I missed myself in solitude a feeling of exuberant infatuation aroused within as the winter breeze blew and
Joys of Charity
The word charity itself sounds melodious Think, who does it, how much he will be happier Charity is not only giving alms to poor It
12th December 2012
The off shooting noise around That worn out hullabaloo mournfully faded. The frozen maggots of that still born December night, Though occasionally feed on our
Time to End the Cold Act
Impassioned plea it was but fell on deaf ears…The clouds drifted across the starched sky…Mercilessly the sun shone…The storm that was brewing has settled down… The
My ‘Cold’ God
His head bowed in utter resignation, Christ hung crucified at the alter, Thence I stood before him, Seeking, Asking, Longing, But for some peace, Instead
Cold, Not Frozen
It’s the last calendar page of the year Jingle of Santa’s bells is slowly coming near Soon the earth will be under a white blanket
