He
is the curious amalgam of
spoken words and silences,
congregation of woes and laughter,
the depth not yet conquered
not measured, yet feared.
He
is the solitary lamp on hilltop,
brightening the vast stretch of land in dark
yet his eyes
just stares past his peripherals
seeking the hidden treasures beyond.
He
is the wordsmith of his own kind
churns out gold even without trying
yet he sees not the pull
and marks his void through and through.
He
is the winter of different sort
frozen exterior with a warm heart.
The ice he projects, is jitter not shame
He is a definite anomaly
of his given name.
© srijaprasita
The meaning of the name Shishir is winter in Nepali. This is about a guy I know, someone whom I consider family.
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