The mist in the winter is awning of snowfall,
Snowflakes scintillates the pathway,
Walking in the snow feels like a needle in a haystack,
With uncertainty of the path where it would lead you, one must enjoy the view.
Such beautiful time comes once in a year.
Surroundings gleams and new perspectives leads towards a new path,
Traveling to a new path feels like a new brush sweeps clean.
It’s a vacillation of mind whether to accept and embarrass new perspective of life or to delve in the past,
That is painting your world blue in the midst of the winter.
It’s a creation of an artist that leaves the readers pondering over the notions of a verse and entertain young readers.
Tranquil dreams paints an aura full of expressions and strokes entwine the palette of neutral colors,
Choreography of notions are forming a way towards future,
It’s a soul of a wanderer, a seeker and a writer who is seeking the key to unlock the door,
To pull out the artistic side and pour the colors of winter on the blank canvas.
A layer of tendril trail is the reflection of the future.
Such dilemma is filling up mind with pessimism.
Whether to move forward or wait for the snow to clear the path.
Caught in cold, slowly and passively it is drifting away,
Layers on layers on layers,
Spindled deep in the layers ,
A ray of sunlight is retreating the pathway
Opening ripples inside the hues of pale blue horizon,
It will not remain the same anymore, this hues are changing into bright colors.
This sea of horizon seldom occurs,
And this pathway soon would get covered with sheaves of leaves,
Leaves on leaves on leaves
Leaving behind the darkness, beckoning the bright days, long hours.
Threading the way out of dreary days
Seconds on seconds on seconds,
Making every nanosecond, worth a while.
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