A Wall of Frost


Today’s needull is the first poem recommendation. Very beautiful.

A Wall of Frost

The Mumbai weather at its sultry worst –

Warm and humid (at 79%),

Even past midnight,

And yet our tears

Instead of rolling down our cheeks,

Freeze to formed a wall of frost between us.

One word,

One word from either one of us,

And it would have shattered the ice

But we did not say anything.

We left,

And I carried the rime home with me,

That now melts and drips

On me, Within me –

Drop-by-drop –

And does not let me sleep.

The blog — Abhishek’s (sub)Conscious

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