Wintry night embraces, shivering, frigid and piercing,
Lonely in love, my heart hibernates, gelid and cold,
Sleep returns in the dream laden eyes slowly, of old times reminiscing,
To strike the glacial barrenness, in its warmth to hold.
Each memory hides within the warmth of the past, in refuge,
The heart slows its pace in concordance,
The frost bites deeper, bitter, numbing all senses, in accordance,
Helplessness takes out the dagger of pain and starts stabbing the self,
As the bleak dark night, mourns like the widow, freezing, turning to stone itself.
The clock strikes twelve,
Midnight hours coldly whisper, as the dying embers smolder, trying deeper to delve,
I run my fingers over the silken grey of the night while in the still warm flesh, the passions race,
The impossible is achieved as the heart warms up to love, the dreadful cold, loses its pace!
Madhumita Bhattacharjee Nayyar, is a bilingual writer (writing both in Hindi and English). A poetess, blogger, lifeskills counsellor, healer. She is also a social commentator and works with women and children. Her works also have been published in various national and international magazines, newspapers, web magazines, ezines, journals, anthologies. The author of "THE NIGHT JASMINE AND OTHER LOVE POEMS", is also the winner of ICON OF THE YEAR-LIFESKILLS COUNSELLOR 2015-2016, CREATIVE WRITER OF THE YEAR 2016 and has won the Indian Women Achievers Award 2016 for Creative Writing.
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