You're Winter, I'm Snow

There was a time when I never thought,
I'd write of love, happy endings, and what not.
And then one day, he came into my life
Casually asked if I'd be his wife.

You can imagine how it hit me, and more,
That nothing like this, had ever happened before.
And now what was I to do, what would I say?
Comfortably numb, was how I was prepared to stay.

Then I wondered, with all my heart
Single was the way from the start.
But now it was time, I let someone in
To care, to love, to hold unto death within.

And why not him, he was perfect as ever
Much like me, and at the same time, never!
We fit like pieces of a puzzle pretty well
And his smile had already cast a spell.

We could talk endlessly and let time go by
For a non-phone person, that's pretty fly.
And we could drink together to celebrate good times
Isn't that more a luxury today and less of crime?

Icing on the cake is he's simple and true.
He's a sucker for brands, but loves pani puri too!
So I said yes, of course! I wouldn't have it any other way
And we're now engaged, to be married before May.

What can I tell you, I was looking all along,
Through words that rhymed, that hummed into a song.
And there you are - my comfort, my home, and all that I know.
Cos darling you're winter, and I'm snow.

Sláinte!

The wind blew in my face

Chill, piercing, like a thousand knives
I cycled on the open street
No lights, no trees, no life


My helmet being the only burden,
I felt weightless, ever so light
My knees were stiff from the cold
As I pedalled to the nearest pub in sight


I needed to get to a pub real fast
I was going to freeze if I let it pass
My joints were sore from the cold
Cycling with the stiffness was quite a task


What is it about the cold and beer
That rushes every Irish from far and near
I'd usually prefer a coffee in the chill
But this is Ireland, thanks a mill!


Asked for my pint of guinness
The local brand of barley juice
The Irish forever swear by it
Who really cares? It's just booze


Took down a huge gulp
Dark, heavy, and bitter
I could feel it go down my throat
I felt warmth as I shivered


There's something about this dark beer
I scanned the pub real quick
Old men, middle aged and young girls
All held a pint and bonded with instinct


They say beer is an acquired taste
And Guinness, you'll need more beers to acquire
But three pints down, and I love it
What do they say again - More than two and it's a habit? :P

THROUGH THE TINTED GLASS

Through the glass and on the road
I see an old lady trying to cross
She's blind, I'm guessing, needs a hand
I see her tapping her walking stick on the ground

Through the glass and across the building
I see into another house through the window
A couple quarreling - animated, loud, and clear
She's going to leave him, I hear

Through the glass and in the sky
I see some tiny birds, lovebirds maybe
Tweeting as they fly in patterned discipline
Yet flying in pairs, flying free

Through the glass and into the horizon
I see endless sky and endless sea
The orange rays of the sun beaming through
Easy to state - the horizon is beautiful!

And inside the house,
On the other side of the tinted glass
I sit in the darkness, my stick beside me
I could cross the road if someone helped me

Inside the house,
On the other side of the tinted glass
I tried hard to make it work, more than he
But it just wasn't enough, he left me

Inside the house,
On the other side of the tinted glass
My friends, two lovebirds, sit in their cage
Talking to me in their language

Inside the house,
On the other side of the tinted glass
I feel the sun's rays beaming through the horizon
I feel the warm, moist air against my face
Easy to state, despite all - I'm in a beautiful place.

Writing in the Winter Chill

Darkness sets in the horizon
The day's mist gets thicker and dense
The firewood is out, the coal is ready
The streets dimly lit, no cars, so empty.

Behind the clouds, in the jet black sky
Almost non-existent, it hides on the sly
At times showing its self, playing peek-a-boo
In vain, it tries to chine and glisten - the moon.

They cast shadows, the darkest you've ever seen
You smell moisture, you smell green
Their leaves rustle in the whistling breeze
Like they're breathing through the night - the trees.

Indoors, the fire is lit, the heaters are on
Snuggled in my blanket, cozy and warm
I sip on my tea, so steamy and hot
Decide to write this poem, rhyming in thought.

Through the thick fog, everything's hazy
So quiet, so dull, quite so eerie
Unlike the brightness, within hours that brings the day
This unsettling darkness seems here to stay.

Not a soul on the road, all back in
Escaping the cold, the gloom, the chill
My thoughts go into a frenzy - I need words to describe
I need a pen and paper - I need to write.