Minus 13 degrees, its teeth-chattering cold..
Mild winter winds sound like a ghoulish roar.
The pathway has lost its path,
Everything’s covered in snow….
A two storeyed wooden farm-house,
Shining a bit with that dark blue glow
Across the road, in front of the balcony..
Is a range of snowy mountains where no one goes..
Dark green hills with narrow and round peeks…
Made of tall pine trees, the residence of ghosts…
A bunch of people, from city are here..
To experience peace and mother nature to explore..
Fights for those blankets;
Fights to stay near the heater;
Fights for those gingerbread cookies;
Will become memories which they will surely adore…
While all are dancing and singing songs..
Playing Chinese whisper and dumb charades..
A girl thinks,”It’s not where I belong”
Shivering in the balcony, she stands apart.
She wants to get out of the closed house,
She wants to lie down and play in the snow,
But she also fears the scary night…
The thought of darkness shivers her soul.
Leaning forward in the balcony on that chest high pole.
Taking a sip of hot dark chocolate to fight the cold…
Black winter pants and those boots are on;
Fur of which is thick enough to survive a snowstorm.
She’s holding the cup of hot dark chocolate
with a cute pair of muffins,
Head and ears covered with beanie,
having same color, baby pink.
Inside, wore a thick fleece t-shirt…
Full sleeve, turtle neck, Grey in color.
To deny the chilled breeze to freeze her body,
A good full length red hot Trench Coat covered.
The fitting of her clothes is absolutely on spot..
Her body is totally covered, yet she looks so hot.
From a distance, she’s a Red-velvet cheese cake…
Only parts visible, her face and her neck..
A thin Golden nose ring,
The sexiest Indian thing.
Black round glasses..
Capable of killing masses.
Long dark brown hair,
Skin tone, so fair….
Lower lip has a dark shade of intense red lipstick..
Upper lip and tip of nose is covered with chocolate.
If I was her man, I would’ve grabbed her close,
And kissed her nose, to save that chocolaty droplet.
My heart skips a beat, I can’t control my emotions..
I can stare her for lifetime, if she grants me the permission.
Her eyes are lit up, her face has a smile,
The reason lies above, in the night sky.
The sky is lit up with bright colored fireworks,
It sparks the light within her and kills the darkness..
Neat and tidy, just like her winter clothes..
She cleans her heart and swipes out the cold mess…