Nostalgia!!
I miss upstate new york. I miss the cozy feel indoors when its chilling outdoors.
I miss the way the winter looks, a sacred white, with skeletons for trees, with even silence getting a mystic look, like things have slowed down, even almost halted at times.
And there are times when its snowing. Thats the most romantic of settings one could ask for.
I miss the yellow halogens and the snow slowly covering them, its magical. A walk through the snow and the chill have a charm of their own. The vapour when you speak and the nose and cheek turning red and numb, and the sensation of warmth that feels heavenly at the time.
With fondness
I remember those days
when life was beautiful
but then gloomy in some ways
A cozy low-lit room
a thick blanket, a fogged window
a hole I made to look out
and a cup of hot coffee to-go.
Snow flakes in the air
against the yellow lamps
The colors from the fall
turning white on the ramps
The feel of things slowing down
engulf the evening this far
a lone man standing under a tree
appears smoking without a cigar
The sights magical,
oh so romantic
I almost mistake it for real
until things change in a blink
follows a stormy night
when the icicle laden tree
breaks the silence with bangs on the sill
to set itself free
the morning brings a new picture
making it hard to find
traces of the evening before
and the fall it left behind
Now I see a shovel being dragged
soon to make a snow pile
the new picture is here to stay a while
looking through the hole I made, I smile.
-Rujuta
I miss the way the winter looks, a sacred white, with skeletons for trees, with even silence getting a mystic look, like things have slowed down, even almost halted at times.
And there are times when its snowing. Thats the most romantic of settings one could ask for.
I miss the yellow halogens and the snow slowly covering them, its magical. A walk through the snow and the chill have a charm of their own. The vapour when you speak and the nose and cheek turning red and numb, and the sensation of warmth that feels heavenly at the time.
With fondness
I remember those days
when life was beautiful
but then gloomy in some ways
A cozy low-lit room
a thick blanket, a fogged window
a hole I made to look out
and a cup of hot coffee to-go.
Snow flakes in the air
against the yellow lamps
The colors from the fall
turning white on the ramps
The feel of things slowing down
engulf the evening this far
a lone man standing under a tree
appears smoking without a cigar
The sights magical,
oh so romantic
I almost mistake it for real
until things change in a blink
follows a stormy night
when the icicle laden tree
breaks the silence with bangs on the sill
to set itself free
the morning brings a new picture
making it hard to find
traces of the evening before
and the fall it left behind
Now I see a shovel being dragged
soon to make a snow pile
the new picture is here to stay a while
looking through the hole I made, I smile.
-Rujuta
posted by rujuta at 11:03 AM
5 Comments:
Ru, I think while I suffer a lot more people than place nostalgia, I'm always missing the winter, I think even when in winter, I feel bad thinking abt the fact tht it'll get over soon...btw i love the peom, reminded me of Alice and her rabbit hole :)
:):):)
and even though I revising my thoughts on snow what with all the driving around, I can't help but agree with you that there's absolutely nothing that even comes close to the time when the world snows down to make way for the snow crystals to descend!
nice! :)
me likey!
Bits,
I miss upstate New York too!
:(
mavals
Loved it! Being in Texas, I do miss the snow a lot. Really enjoyed reading it!
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