By: Ranjit K Sahu

Frozen night

The stars twinkle in the moon glow
But the sky’s darkness is not missed
The earth’s weary from winter blues
And with snow showers it is kissed

The white expanse is pure for sure,
And divine as divine can be
Cold crystals glow in the gibbous
As if moon’s diamonds they would be

Whitened frames of the trees that line
Frozen creek banks stand still as rock
Ice glitters on their nude bodies
While they lie low with winter’s shock

Boulders and pebbles studded in
The creek has turned into clear glass
With the filigree on its banks
Earths splendid necklace is a class

Where does the gentle night breeze get
Its sting burying deep into skin!
Night shivers with the frozen moon
And the snow captures it within.

Trail on the peak

Formidable is what comes to the mind
When the storm peeks from the frozen window
Dumping loads upon loads of white crystals
As the trees tremble and the swift winds blow

Far on the hillside a trail moves uphill
And vanishes behind the frozen tree line
Not hidden is that those are of a man
Who has traversed the tormenting terrain

What being would like to venture outside
What mortal would like to embrace some harm
Whose footprints are those dug in the snow deep
Who has chosen to leave the fireplace warm?

A thought comes and strikes the mind like thunder
What causes a mortal to fight with nature
The whole world seeks safe shelter from snow storm
But why not this undisclosed sole creature

Surely life would have brought him to some grief!
Or maybe to fight hard was the last choice?
Was it the nation sending him to war?
Greater than that is his very heart’s voice !

Foot prints on the snow

Joy maybe a walk in snow ankle deep
The large wide footprints bear testimony
A laughter echoes from the nameless cast
The ecstasy in its disharmony

A bright sun and a gift from the night sky
Create a Sunday of frolic and fun
A celebration of the winter time
The fortune that is forsaken by none

What mood and what thoughts would be that can make
A trail that speaks of mind gone into play
The child in man must have awoken once
To make him feel to live it his own way

A little envy and a little sigh
Break out with the warm breath from within me
If man can be transformed into child
How wonderful would it really be?

The Snowman

A snowman without a hat on his head
Looks with love at the folks going in front
The man who gave him his form also made
With a broken carrot his long nose blunt

His eyes pop out in the form of olives
The scarf he wears flutters in the chill air
His smile is sunken in his inch deep grin
With a longing filled in his humane stare

Surely he is waiting for some one’s love
For his time is short in the long winter
Why would a mortal fill in his image
Feelings of his heart that will soon wither

Then heart and the mind have a debate long
Why create something if one cant be right
The heart says movements of moods and musings
The mind says it is absence of insight

Does it matter who has created it
Does one know the hidden reason or rhyme?
Does it matter why has this been a choice
Snowmen anyway melt after some time !