In the twinkling of snow
The sun shuts the door;
The branches sit down
And the bird puts her violin aside

Let snow fall
in your lap,
it will melt away
before you hug
it fully and kiss,
and then you will
realise beautiful things
are joys but only shadows
and nothing belongs to you.

The year in which we lived together,
Crossing smiles and weeping with sighs,
Passed by slowly, leaving us with  its new companion
which we call the new year!

She came to my chamber,
a young sparrow, in crimson light,
and perched on my cupped hands,
praying for bliss and peace.
the branches let her sip comfort
and infuse a strong belief
of her safety of unsafe life.
she was dumb and full of fear
and her wings were folded tight,
and I looked into her perturbed eyes,
Oh! A bizarre scene was there, so horrible!
someone has shot her incomplete breath.
I have been still and motionless
till she flew to the dark sky
and I was blessed to welcome a new guest.

A few moments of silence is the best
            diagnosis of our soul