Whilst the sun eats
Winter blues,
The rearview keeps distorting,
Me into you.

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Some summers stay with us
like
memories of ripened peaches on our lips
in the moments we stole from the world.

Pathways to winter blues —
every summer thereafter;

and forbidden for life.

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A Very Blue Winter Tale

In the depths of a wintry night
I follow the footprints of memories
Cast on the snow covered grounds

The railway station has been shut down
The last blue train had departed
Some years ago and has never returned

I stare at the rust and snow covered lock
That loosely dangles from the gate
With a look of pity a key is still stuck in it

I listen to an approaching storm of aches
I stand there frozen and undefended
Waiting for it to pass through my heart

But like the railway tracks it passes me
Parallel to my existence, like a twisted fate
I am untouched yet completely destroyed

This winter the snow isn’t coloured white
It looks like the shades of fading blues
Reminding me of the colour of your genes

A blue smoke rises from behind the gates
I hear the shrieks of a whistle blow
The yearnings of the past sob in the cold

We exist like trains without destinations
We are like lovers without destinies
We are like stars that don’t fit into constellations

We are the bent axis of remembrances
We are all the past that there always is
Yet we exist in the absence of a present to hold

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I worship goosebumps.
They numb the cold outside and
feed the cold inside.

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Everything has gone so quiet this November.
My hopes are not taking height this November.

The winter is slowly seeping in from all corners,
Soon it will turn to a sheet of white this November.

Winters are not what I can call as my favourites,
Things just don't happen right, this November.

I need to calm myself and the anxiety down,
I just need to take everything light this November.

Why don't you try to be positive about this Aura?
I am trying, but I am so uptight this November.

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I want you to ask
when my inside crumble
I want you to hold me
when clumsiness
makes me fumble
Talk to me
when I appear sad
be my listener
which I never had
Remind me to
breathe when I quiver
I feel empty like a depleted river...

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I like winters but one distressing thing attached to it is its lonely nature....cold,detached waves with less people wandering outside...chilling quietness.

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Winter blues

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बिस्तर गरम
आंखें नम
काली रातें
हर मौसम

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The sky is gray as gray may be,
There is no bird upon the bough,
There is no leaf on vine or tree.

Snow is falling, as quiet as a mouse;
On people and on dogs, and on our house.
A fluffy blanket now covers the street -
The cars are white, and that is neat.

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