The Cold Emptiness

( IMAGE : John Hild  )

  The intertwining lanes

Of time

Lead to a corner,

Where winter

Swathes a

lone figure,

Skulking around

The silent shadows.

A muffler, a sweater

And thick woolen socks

Woven by a beloved,

Now gone,

Keeps away

The pain of

A chilly void

Filled with snowflakes

That flutter down

As memories

From a frozen past.

He waits.

The winter this time

Seems endless.

Jaya Pillai