Gray Winters

The hands loses warmth,
And though the heart breathes fire,
Yet, the cold chills the bones and the heart,
The winters seem nearer than ever...
These gray winters

Past present and future merge into an ever-shrinking black hole...
No clarity… no escape…
The mist of winters, settles too soon in our lives...
The haziness of these times...
Of these gray winters…

The summer clarity, the spring freshness melts
Into listless mornings…
The sun doesn’t help anymore…
The tantalizing sunshine touches the earthy skin and fades away…
The coldness of these gray winters.

The heart lies deep within…
Still, cold, and frozen…
The cold awakens the senses to the pain…
Yet, the heart sleeps
In these gray winters.

The love still left untouched…
Dormant, to death
Awaiting the sunny summers
Would it lie slumbering
throughout these Gray winters?

I still wait to see the blooms this winter…
The snow and the frail heat…
This winter… too grim…
Too gray a winter…
Long wait through these gray winters.