I slept late last night, leaving everything dark.
Even the moon was covered in the veil of fog, not even fire flies twinkling.
Tugged under a heavy blanket, trying to amass the left over heat from my trembling body, topsy and turvey, fanatically closing the eyes..
Not a whisper, no crickets, not even winds woo.
As if moore’s last sigh condemned too.
Creepy, crawling and nocturnals, diminished
Can’t say when, the eyelids caressed
Glued together with the gum of night,
But alas, my dreams too seemed to be cold out.
Time slithering slowly down the curvy ravines of hourglass
Grain on grain, silently, stealthily, callously
The boundary bound hands circling …..
The passageway seemed so long for a night,
Dreamy eyes yearning for the morning light,
Birds cuddled in their nests waiting for the flight,
Unaware how is the morning reflecting to the sight…
Far away the distant meadows, that i left dwindling
Not even my husky returned back for his treat
Talking about the melancholy birdsong, even the bees didn’t retreat.
What was my mind longing for, perhaps a sip of heat
Perhaps a whiff of the chimneys smoke…
Or the dancing flames gushing in the wind
What was it that was yearned sweet.
In this tug of war somewhere a chirrup echoed,
The brightest of the rays rattling at the window
It was a cold warmth, mixed with the freshness
Dozed off weary like under a whiff of weed
I opened my half closed eyes to see the nature glare…
As if heavens had painted it till the horizon
Toiling all night, spraying the magic
Trembling and blue fingers setting it flat
Untouched, unwalked, unfootprinted.
Pristine, pure, piously crafted, no tracks on..
An inch on the branches, and foots deep on the land
Nests of birds covered, covering the basking mother birds wings….
Even the deadly dull decomposing leaves
Were painted white, afresh and serene..
The dripping from stalagtites and shapes of stalagmites
Numerous mirrors sprayed and shaped
Glazing, shining, reflecting yet absorbing
Far across those muddy murky meadows
Far across the distance a puff…a constant puff of smoke freezing in frenzy seconds
The lonely husky, like a wanderer, running
On the enlightened white path, eager to announce..
Over those mighty peaks, of the deadly but dormant
A calmness, yet cold smoke
Running across to touch the cottons on the floating bay
Not deadly anymore.
The whitest creamy optic shroud
Covering the eternity throughout.
As if the heavens above, shared their charm
To decorate the world below, dowsed in love.
Oh…memories of my childhood
How beautiful it shall though,
How shall i relish again, how shall i relinquish them
All i can do is close my eyes in the darkest night
And hope to the the brightest when i wake.
“Snowfall in Heaven on Earth” by AMIT BHAT.