I Froze in winter night times when memories started melting…
Every glen, every glade gloated in fragile fibres
waiting for the morning chimes…
Naked green leaves were muted in mournful slumbers
Nocturnal birds in docile numbers made eerie sounds
kept me fugitive within bounds…
shadows of love shaded my sense;
Streak of the stream so intense
cleared the debris of the murky mind
only cloistered cobwebs well defined
remained confined and unaligned.
Unruffled by the morning misty light
My steely inside freaked forthright
To resume its passionate fight…
Copyright © Ravi Ranganathan
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