Winter..

If you ask me what love feels like
I would say its like the beginning of winter..
The slight chill in the air..felt not always
But every now and then
Hinting that its arriving.. winter and love..

The feel of just the beginning
And the sense of lack of permanence.
The wisdom that it will pass away
Leaving a memory to recall.. forever..

The shrugging in the cozy hoodie.
The scarfs wrapped around the neck,
Securing the long hair.. still leaving some room
For them to glide softly with the mild wind.

I would say it feels the same as
the days giving up on nights, a little too quickly..
Like the evenings slipping
Under the warmth of fur blankets.

Like the birds returning home
Racing with dusk and winning all over again.
Its the same as sunshine
On a winter evening. Filled with
Yesteryear’s nostalgia and
Innumerous upcoming hopes.

If you ask me what love feels like
I would say its like the tingling sensation
Of the skin getting dry..
Indicating the Need of care
and the fragrance of moisture
that stays.. with us..

And makes us turn back when it softly
Crosses path .. And recall to Unwind
All the memories we’ve had
With the fragrance of that kind.

 

Pragya Prasoon