The toughest decision of life these days is right in the morning and i.e. to get up from the blanket or keep ourselves cozy. The feeling is like, “aren’t we born yet or are we alive”
The season I believe is the synonym of untouchables. You don’t feel like to touch anything. The face hates hand; both the hands hate each other especially the finger tips. Nose starves to get the warmth from the palms but sometimes palms are also inefficient. The legs & ears are like separated from the body when they get chill. Stepping on the floor barefoot is the biggest sin one can commit in winters.
The season though is one of my favorite. I get to inhale filter fresh air and the cool breeze in my hair is so damn refreshing. The warm hug to the sun is as loving as much we hate to even look at it in summers. The dew drops on the leaves make it nature’s crystal. The beauty is indefinite.
The dew drops on the face,
The cool breeze’s embrace …
The fresh air from your nostrils to your head,
The cursing moment when you get up from bed …
Winter Sun is entering,
The dew on leaves shining …
Your mind, body and soul find peace,
The negative in you gets cease …
1 comment:
hehe...could very well relate to the untouchability between body parts..;)
N love the lines of the verse...beautifully written.
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