Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Let winter not touch you


If you open this letter
on a late afternoon
warm, wet and ochre-
let this remind you
of a long winter left midway.
Where the earth curls up
ever-ceasing, ever-withdrawing.

Wait awhile,
for my love, unused to summer
recoils for a moment-
and in the next,
spills out, shivering and restless.

Let such inexperienced love
melt with that bit of visible sea.
This afternoon
let it melt-
into untamed accents, unknown roads.

A naked letter prays
and outside your window
summer breathes.

Let winter not touch you.






(Letters are a recurrent theme with me, a device I use quite frequently in my infrequent bursts of poetry. However, this was written because I needed to write a proper letter.)

8 comments:

saptarshi said...

It is beautiful.

Elendil said...

Very nice. Very sad. I particularly loved the 2nd stanza.

(¯`•._.•[Raaji]•._.•´¯) said...

Ah... so beautiful and touching :-)

Bhooter Raja said...

nice

Arse Poetica. said...

Kolkatar winter er jonno eta shotti khub apt!

I love this poem, however. I love it. And you. :-/

Lucid Darkness said...

'Tis beautiful! There are no more words for it...

the hooch said...

;-)

BangDen said...

nice :)