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Arnav (115)

Winter in Shimla, brings back fond memories. One cold wintry morning it suddenly dawned on me that all that we had been studying in physics was true. Water in the pipelines had frozen, the pipes had burst and I was in no mood to take a bath anyway. Snow had made the trees heavier (physics) and they fell on electricity power cables. Shorting them (physics). No electricity. Body shivering involuntarily (Biology). Mom telling me to fetch snow from the top of a hill, so she could put it into a utensil and make water to drink, by heating on the stove. I protested - we had child labour laws, u know. But again, fond memories...

Blah Queen (125)

I MISS THE WARMTH

Conversation 1:

“It’s so friggin’ cold here. I just want to remain in bed.”

“Aah…I love that!”

“No Nabila…I was in Goa some days back. It was sunny. I was in the water and was just so happy under the sun. It was warm!”

“So, you too think winters are depressing?”

“Of course they are!”

Conversation two:

“How is the weather there, Nabila?”

“It’s nice and cold. I love it.”

“I wonder why people find winters depressing.”

“I wonder too. It is such a lovely season. Isn’t it?”

“Yeah! Sitting in a cozy club, sipping beer, watching it snow outside, sounds perfect, doesn’t it?”

“Umm…yeah… I just wish it was always winters.”

“Always?”

“Yah…It’s the only time in the year when I see my father.”

Mandappa KC (124)

Winter's (song)

I stood on my porch

Sipping on my tea

And I stared out in to the land

The river flowed older

And the wind blew colder

and louder got Dave Mathew's band

Frost-bitten green

Lay all around me

As she came running on home

She stood afar and shivered

While inside I shuddered

Why cant she throw me a bone

Then I sang to myself…

Of an old country tale

Of winter's breeze and rain

I saw through the cloud

And I had no doubt

It was blowing to ease my pain

I saddled up my beauty

Picked out my bags

headed for a ride to the lake

I rolled up a smoke

And thought an old joke

As I danced through winter's charade

Kavish Sinha (120)

Winter Blues...

It is deep January.

Perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath. The instinct to be half asleep all winter is so strong in me.

The sun has turned his face away. Water stands as stone and numbness. My Earth is a vale of grief. The instinct to be half dead all winter is so strong in me.

Frost to me is bleak and I see strangeness in my eyes.

My flowers are dead. My fishes succumb.

These are the cruelest months…of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sere.

Yet, somewhere in the depth of winter, I learn an invincible summer within me. The instinct to live completely all winter is so strong in me.

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Coffeeismypoison (110)

(not up for the kompetiton as Dr. Sweta’s out.of.station!)

And i saw

...in my first winter,
a chilling freeze
as a mist
when i breathe.

...my cold,red nose
sniffed delicacies to eat
my warming quilt
my dog on my feet.

...in the winters to follow
i foresaw
what others could too
but for sheer awe.

wiser now
wiser how!

...in all my winters
seen as one
i saw few precious
faces of perfection.

wiser now
wiser how!

let me share
magical fare!
to delight thou
make you stare...

sunlight in winter
honey on ginger
rum in a cold
wisdom of the old

innocenct mischief
reality surreal
velvets royal feel
his hands warming mine

who says love isn't all divine?

Genuine Fake (109)

YOU

Walking in the lanes of life,

Less with pain yet more with strife,

I passed by YOU that winter day,

And felt my troubles melt away…

Turning back, I walk to YOU,

He looked at me and saw me through,

My soul stirred and my “self” smiled,

Feelings did dawn, tender and mild…

As I sat by the bay,

Thoughts of YOU made my mind sway,

It was long since I felt this way,

Despair increased, as I wanted to convey,

That I need YOU now more than ever,

Hold my hand and be mine forever,

Let my love never die,

Lead me to my “ocean” of joy …

Rush.me (120)

5:58 am...
The hand laid across the warm skin, sought to feel the tenderness lost millions of hours ago... The eye tried to locate the morning sun amidst the darkness...
He fancied a hot shower... she thought of the last shower together...

5:59 am
The hand gently moved, yearning for that forgotten proximity... The eye looked around, searching for something, someone???
His reverie of thoughts focused on the once-love-of-his-life... She fought to reclaim the once lost love.

6:00 am
The Hand gently touched the Other, embracing it...The eye spilled a sorry tear, may be the last one...
He moved closer, skin to skin, assuming winter had arrived... She smirked in all innocence, thanking. Winter had arrived...
Buzz...
Buzz...
(The Alarm)

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Shweta Srivastav (138)

Shivers running down the spine

Hundred excuses not to leave the warmth of the 'razai'

Strolling in the chilly dawn wind

The crunch of fresh snow under the feet

The beauty of a snowy winter day

Catching the first flakes on the tongue

Snowmen with button eyes and carrot nose

Snow angels and sledge slides

Kids full of glee: merry time

A dash of colour in a sea of white

The beauty of a snowy winter day

The smell of burning wood in the fireplace

Sitting down with a book and dreaming away

Craving for 'gajar ka halwa'

'ek cup chai'

The beauty of a snowy winter day

Sneaking in with freezing hands

Cold touch on a warm face

That warm gaze

His hand in mine

A hug and a smile

The beauty of a snowy winter day

Nandini Sen (122)

Autumn rolled back his rust-gold cloak and Winter descended in her pristine white gown.
Crossing the mountains, she blew kisses, it turned foggy.
Descending further, she twirled her gown, flakes of snow floated about.
She smiled, snow started to form ice.
Winter sighed, the valley shivered.

Sleighs, snowmen, bonfires dotted the landscape. Bears hibernated, birds flew south. It was a kaleidoscope of blankets, mufflers, sweaters, heaters. Rosy cheeks, red noses, huddled people .Hot chocolate, soups, dryfuits.

Winter happily surveyed her handiwork, and saw Spring was already laying out her veil of new green.

When Winter reached back, the other Seasons gave her the customary high fives & hugs, and Winter knew she’d done her job well for another year.

Truth Dude (116)

Dreaming of Immortals

High in the mountains Thor awaited his friend.
The Mjolnir crackled with electricity. Here on the holiest of grounds, it was bursting with power.

Thor, the mighty Lord of thunder and lightning stood patiently. Under the starlit sky with icy peaks gleaming all around him, he waited. He heard the bull before he saw his friend. And so came Rudra.

Thor greeted his friend with a handshake that could crush a mountain. And Rudra just smiled.
At the zenith of winter, when the Gods retreated to their comfortable mansions, these two friends, rekindled the warmth of friendship.

And I woke up to freezing winds, lightning in the skies and Mt. Kailas standing tall on the horizon!

Mickey the Monkey (118)

It was a chilly winter morning.
I was on my daily jog.
Suddenly it started to pour.
I ran under a porch for shelter.
I was drenched, my body shivering with cold.
I saw, near the wall, some burning coal.
I started to blow them to ignite fire and get some heat.
"Those are not ember, monkey, those are ripe red fruits."
I saw Virmani mocking at me, Purple Krown perched precariously over his head.
"With hands and feet, you look like a man.
You're even tailless!
Don't you have a brain too?"
This was enough to infuriate me.
I snatched his Krown and shattered it into pieces.
"Teasing a monkey! this will teach you a lesson, Surdie"

Richa Gupta (117)

It was my first winter

in this foreign land.

I felt like an uprooted tree

into the snow from the sand. (am from Rajasthan)

The night fell early,

the trees were all bare.

It looked as if the end was coming,

no more did God care

Then came the first snow,

Softly…silently…very white.

It settled on the road, on the grass,

nestling in the arms of the trees it sighed.

The world looked totally different,

a quiet magic filled the air.

It looked peaceful and serene

a white blanket everywhere.

I felt strange, almost exhilarated;

All the bare branches and getting dark at three

was just God prepping the world

before He got into his winter spree

Dok Saab (94)

Aha Winter!!
Will it last….. Forever
.

Central heating
Cozy fur blanket
Steaming cappuccino
Latest bestsellers
Listening Careless Whispers
.

Flaming Bonfire
Roasted chicken
Bacardi, Smirnoff
Loads of friends
Partying whole night
.

Trip to Kufri
Playing whole day
Skiing, skating
Throwing snowballs
Fun filled vacations
.

.
Chilled breeze
Frosted pavements
Tattered shanty
Freezing taps
Dying embers

.
Coughing children
Shivering in cold
Nothing to eat
Insufficient rags
Huddled with street dogs

.
Foggy morning
Cold white sun
Damp wood
Stiff icy hands
Unable to work

.

Oho Winter!!
Will it last….. Forever

The Red Ronin (115)

The sky is stark and grey as pale sunshine se

eks a mirror in the ashen snow draping the barren earth. The bare trees stand up rigid and brittle in the face of bitter cold while the wild wind howls eloquent. The sea batters the shores with waters colder than sharp steel knives. In this bleak horizon a tiny flower dares to bloom in the cold winter snow. The world all around it is frigid and cold, but yet it flowers on with all its might, this fertile whore.

All around her the snow falls, without hesitation. Why does it snow? She grows cold without an answer...

But does the snow know it chills her heart?

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Konfessioner Singh (120)

Warming my hands in her lap she

looked further than far
and I followed her eye to wherever that was…
Over peace-stead,
into the sighing silver oak trees,
beyond covered-passage
into green woods that were deep…

I waited and thought.
(just like little girls seldom do than oft’)
Then ventured to ask,
in a certain voice,
and with a brave heart,
What is it mama?

My little heart now wishing
she thought what I thought.

No nothing poppet…
It’s just old winter coming along.
Oh…
said a small voice disappointed and all…

But!
She heard, and she smiled.
Then tucking two curls,
behind my affronted pink ears--
Hmmm…Did somebody’s tummy say
Apple-Pie?
Haaa! How did YOU know!
Ha ha…just winter!