The stark beauty of silence
When only the eyes speak
Sometimes burning
As the lonely log
In an ashen fireplace
Sometimes cold
Like the winter snow
Only to be swept away
Silence
Category: Making Verse
Winter afternoon
Delectable winter days
Lounging on a charpoy
Under an azure canopy
A crisp orange sunshine
Warms the citrine aroma
On tangerine-tinged fingers
Teased by a chilly breeze
Drowsy eyelids, gently close
Ignoring all mundane chores
Barriers
There is a crack in the wall
I scrape it with fingernails
Chipping out a bit of paint
I feel the plaster crumbling;
Or is it just brittle cuticles
From a hand tired of gnawing
At barriers mocking me with
Promises of light and warmth
Beyond the dent in the enclosure
Winter blog posts for WriteFluence
I participated in the @WriteFluence December Blog and Win challenge by penning down 3 blog posts overflowing with Christmas nostalgia and personal experiences.
Do read, comment, and vote for all three. I am sure you will enjoy the reading experience:
This season, take away the winter blues
Heal
It was more purple than green
An ugly gash refusing to heal
Salve nor balm, rest nor restrain
Strong enough to erase the pain
A bruise so blue, a crimson tear
Sweet hurt with trembling fear
Yet, I tend to these injuries deep
Purge the venom, not let it seep
Into crevices of my soul so grim
Discard memories like dead skin
Blue Pen Strokes 