Unknown by Ram Anand
Gone are the brown leaves,
Gone is the beauty of sitting under tree branches.
Jackets now cover me completely,
And I go back to those tree branches,
Sitting under them, still looking for beauty.
Looking for those brown, colorful leaves,
They are now rusted in pale white colors,
Some have disappeared.
I grit my teeth,
I shed a couple of tears,
My body and brain asks me to move,
But my heart refuses to do so.
I hug myself under that coldness,
Wishing now I could get the hugs I used to get in autumn.
I hug myself this time,
Telling my heart- ‘it’s only you and me now’.
The heart aches.
It yearns for that hugs, that now it needs them the most,
But season for those hugs is over my friend.
Nobody can see me now, under this furry jacket,
Under three layers of clothing,
Beyond those frosty park trees,
‘Only you and me now’
The flakes of snow fall briskly on my head,
One gently lands on my eyes,
I flicker.
The moon- it’s up there.
That definite halo in the night, shining down,
Making the longer nights more bearable.
I drop on my knees, and let myself go.
Face down, on a hive of snow.
The coldness embraces me, but I am insistent.
I spit out the flakes which have forced their way into my mouth,
And I look up at the moon; smile.
‘Hey there, you are still beautiful’.
Like a faint hope somewhere,
It smiles back at me.
I’m lying down on a hard surface,
On the very same place it used to be a bed of roses.
But the surface doesn’t matter,
The view does.
I close my eyes, content.
The coldness and the pain is still there,
But so does hope.
I pout my lips, relax my mind,
And I dare to dream again.
I might never wake up from this.
Or I might wake up to a glorious summer day.
And I tell my heart,
‘If Life has some little heart of its own,
It will take care of me’.
Till then, I’ll live in my dreams,
With a hope that this nightmare will be over.
‘I got Sun’s message, thank you’- I whisper to the moon.
‘Thanks for being His messenger’
‘I’ll wait till he comes back’
I take a leap of faith,
And Life will take care of me.
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can sense your yearning here. not sure for what though. nice work again.