Tuesday, 17 May 2016

Renaissance

The warmth in me
Had wintered
Like the face of earth
During January-
Barren and lifeless
Because of the sunless sky
And the dry,
Callous gusty winds.
But you, my early March,
Have sunshine radiating
From every crevice of your body;
Your deep seated warm eyes
Ignite a spark inside of me
That had long been extinguished
By cold, loveless hands;
And every time your arms
Wrap around me securely
And your lips take mine,
A spring breaks within me
With colours
Learning to flutter again,
Bringing back to life
All that was
Once dead and gone