I walk this walk in winter’s fog
along the path to fill each day.
Each stranger I see barely nods,
they pass by without aught to say.
Against the cold I wrap my coat
while trying to ignore the sting
and thoughts of all the miles ahead
that passing through this season brings.
I still recall the trees in color.
It seems like just a day ago.
I dream of time in warmth of summer.
Let me tell you this - I know
that spring will yet again return
despite the cold that grips me now.
The sun again will someday burn,
and I will make it through somehow.
So, while I sojourn through this season,
I’ll pray for a better day
and smile knowing that there’s a reason
for passing through this gloom of grey.
Categories:
gle, faith, hope, life,
Form: Rhyme
A brilliant winter morn' quails compliantly
Howbeit delicately murmuring a·tin·gle
Whilst' cool winter steeds around energetically
Napping in ocher shady dingle
Amongst the forest animals cavorting in playful mingle
Sounds of nature rising with emotion
With tormented whispering sensation
When morning makes with sublime devotion
Winter leans back in sky tint decoration
Ascending, fogs surge with glorious determination
Nature hits with cheer
Mumbling in satisfaction carefully
Life shines in landscape clear
Moving with chilled look and vague delicately
Blow'ng crosswise over blue skies nebulously
Categories:
gle, nature,
Form: Quintain (English)
Jab shabd kbhi bheeter se aaker khin gle me rah jate hain
hath unhe kagaj par laker kavita ek banate hain
tuti maala k moti ban jab shabd dilon tak jate hain
gale me atke wo lafz tab amar sahitya kahlate hain
Categories:
gle, art, words,
Form: Rhyme