As winter walks my way…

Frost drops crystal clear
Wait for someone to drop them
With the ice, sharp as stiletto
Unintentionally wanting to melt
The solitude of trees

Rebuffing solace
Adding to bitter chillness

climbing up the spine
As winter walks my way…
Arrived a silvery filling
Freezing time with its trifiling strength
Signifying its presence more than the sun
Averring its momentary aura
Very much immortal

The Unforgiven...

Nothing in this world is completely wrong.

Even a stopped clock is right twice a day…

These words keep ringing into his head when he crosses his last few breath. Having justified the gaffe of everyone he wonders why he must not be pardoned. For he is a mere sinning creature. But now all of this makes no difference to him, for his son identified him as a sinner. His life means nothing more. Though he tries to say this to calm his mind his soul craves for something more, exhibiting such an obvious human behavior. He craves for the green paddy fields. For the waterfalls so close, that he can feel the softness of each drop. For the love of his people which seems nothing more than history. His soul, unsatisfied, is unable to forgive him. Caught in a nasty battle between his mind and soul he decides to climb the dais and give up on all that he wants. Tears wish to trickle down but alas, none are left. He tries to understand the incomplete story of his life. But the clock ticks his life away. With no more time to ponder, a scenario he never even dreamt of he closes his eyes and says the last few words…

Nothing in this world is completely wrong.

Even a stopped clock is right twice a day…