Monday 28 December 2015

THE WINTER CUCKOO


I resented the cold...
Who says Delhi is 
a winter surprise?
Romance gets tougher
amidst shivery surrounds.

Scented candles are luring
or, novels are tempting,
where dark, foggy nights
hold mysteries of murders
by a romantic freak!

My God!
She walked out of the car;
her earrings whispered 
to angels hidden amongst
foggy clouds perhaps...
Eyes did their act too:
almost stabbed me,
but words saved me
saved me so that
I can write for 
another decade...
But I die every time
I hear her stories
just forget...
think there 
is a cuckoo in winter!

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