Until You

Do you know how it feels like

when the warmth recedes

leaving you buried six feet under the snow?

I know how the murmurs die down

struggle dissipates

along with the dreams

and muffled screams become whimpers

leaving behind echoing silences 

scattered over the vast stretch

of snowscapes.

And I know this because

everytime you wear your vanishing cloak

spring leaves me unattended

Summer forgets to rise

and me, the Bohemian soul,

singing effusively morose songs of solitude

waits for you at the wide junction

by the boulevard of my love

waiting and waiting

as the snow piles over me

freezing my heart.

Until you

come again

knocking on my door

thawing me 

and melting my solitude.

©srijaprasita