It is cold december,
These days I will remember,
Its the month we commited,
Its the month when two hearts were mended…
Your face with God’s own hand Painted,
your gentle heart, that i never was acquainted,
The beauty of your love has stained my heart,
You are the masterpiece, Lords’ work of art!
Glorious winter morning i have seen,
None like this the trees are green,
The dew like pearl on the grasses,
My love, your beauty smells like roses…
Oh! cupid, please these curious days,
I got to be with my love and you find the ways,
I sleep with Her picture in my sight,
Awaken is my heart, with heart’s and eyes delight!
A smile of her and heart goes took took took,
A wink of her my eyes says, look look look!
With her by my side, Its a religious feast,
She brings out whats in me is the best!
These lines are not mine but hers,
These words are not a mere reharse,
love in my heart is what i have to give,
Love of her in my life is what i need to live!
Kisses and Hugs are the expression of love,
Love flies on the wings of a dove,
Flowers grow best in the spring,
She is the song that my heart sing!
To me my love, you will never be old,
Even after 100’s of winter’s cold,
Like the summer sun burns in its pride,
My heart shall burn the way we first eyed…
Of all the seasons I have seen,
Winter is the one where leaves are green,
For nothing this wide universe I Shall call,
Love you, My Winter Rose, in Divine Art of All…
– Sam Kanabar
In a past frosty morning of a spent winter’s day,
Those eternal memories in me will forever stay…
As when the winter will come the next year again,
It’ll remind me of you and will melt my frozen pain…
How we walked down that snowy lane in blizzard of frost,
I held your hand in fear to find you nowhere or else lost…
We used to sit on a frozen bench of a kind,
Unaware of the silent death standing behind…
And you held me in your arms and told,
‘To live here warmly, it’s way too cold…’
These are my arms where you took your last breath,
It is that frozen bench where you met that silent death…
During end, it was my shoulder where you last did ever lie,
But I promise, I’ll never let that frosty winter’s day die…
It is that winter where you are and will be still alive for me,
What else more memorable than those winter days can be?
Oh my dear, it was that winter when we first ever met,
Unaware of few moments left for scintillating sun to set.
Even today I sit on that bench and remember each moment,
And, I feel that the other half of that bench is now vacant…
– Tawfeeq Hasan Khan
As I walk along the footpath
The ice cracks under my sole
The windchill cools the ears
And reddens up my nose.
The Winter Sun looks warm
But passers by just moan
As I enjoy the freshness
And view of shining snow.
The winter solstice approaches
Means Christmas lights to come
Against the constant darkness
And smiling Christmas fun.
Coats and gloves and beanies
Keep the body warm
Prolific defence available
Protects from winter storms.
Many regret December
And it’s weather that is sent
But life’s just a different colour
In the winter of content.
– Peter Hall