FREEZING FINGERS

Winter bleeds here with a hidden desire to be cuddled that sweet way

You held my freezing fingers and rubbed them before going away

As the unseen icicles of insecurities dropped down to the ground

Drenched in  drops of dew and a darkness bereft of sound

Evoking buds in slumber to open into winking eyes of the morn

As sparrows imitated you in action they do, with beaks so often

On  the face of  the Sun-licking mirror kissing your shadow

As you fluttered around in and out of my open  window

Inviting the Sun to gather heat from our twin hands

And the sparrows to play many more sweet bands

It was a moment for Winter to touch  two heart thro’ fingers

With a music of sorts playing around that in mind still lingers .

Comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi

07/11/14