December My love Clad in snow Pretty shimmering white Bringing the cold The Heather that's frore It's cold and nice But it has one vice To homeless It's a price Of life to pay As on a garden Bench they lay With no respite From the frost or cold As pristine as a princess She is a cruel mistress But yet deep within Shs has a heart A heart that is thawed As soft as tart And yet a bit flawed Her silver robes Fly in the wind As she gazes down From her snow clad throne Atop the Mt. Everest Where she resides Visiting us once In every twelve months Bringing with her Her thirty one sons White white December Thou art so lovely Following the eleven And yet so lonely Staggering at the end Bidding adieu To the year That was so blue Oh! Milky December You take my heart And wrench it around As rude as it sounds I still wait for you 'Cos i love to be forlorn
December looks Like shades of tortilla Some like dreams Chalked on nails And some under the Gently used coats And macaroon cardigans Others prancing on the Shaungxi teacups And a few in a walk on hay Around the neighbourhood Some asleep in a Bundled-up-backyard At a local farm Embracing the vibe of friluftsliv Late-night coffee shots On a new beige book And wheat hued Grandma's Knitted turtle-neck sweaters A handful in maize fields The teakwood candles and the Honey lemon strepsils It smells like the Warmth of palms and the Walnut heat under your feet Whipping up a winter feast Mulled wine and Half-baked plum cakes December looks like A living era in sepia Like poetry on dusty leaves And the previous year enigmas Coughing in overstuffed And rusted closets Willow whispers in the wind And the stories of the succeeding Year enveloped in pinecones And brown roses
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You know you are in love When the desire to be with someone Overwhelms the want to live solitarily To find a reason to be alive When every song you hear feels like It’s meant for you and you become Childlike and naive When the wind carries messages of Affection and the air with scented Jasmines is purified When the need to protect someone Overrides the necessity to run away And remain hidden inside When time becomes unbearably quaint Every moment insufferable and your emotions Swell like the rising tide When spring blooms take over the garden Of your fertile mind and in it raindrops Slip and slide When everything you feel is like a Lighting bolt and your feelings you are Unable to confine It is then that you know for sure That you are in love and that Your heart is soaring high
Was it the cold winter Cafe, where your eyes followed my rants on the beats of your fingers tapping the edge of a coffee cup Or the warmer kitchen corner, where veins on your wrist setting trails to your chest carved love poems along the way I read like the one fiddling her fingers on brail, where did I fall in love ?
Was it the daisies bathed in morning dew you settled behind my ear Or the apricot evening skies where your perfect hazel eyes were absorbed in musings I wished to hear, when did I fall in love ?
Now the cup laid tilted on the bed with coffee half dried, making its way to the soft fabric I touch- -these talented rhymes that resided on your knuckles you engraved in these wrinkled sheets last night looking at you, honey how did I fall in love ?
Certain lines might be not okay with some people. But that's the way it's supposed to be. Everyone's different. Everyone has different perspective, everyone has gone through different circumstances, grown up in different environment with different people. We're eternally learning new things. #learning