December

By Chandana Chowdary

It started early in winter.

It grew along the fog like splinter.

It was chilling cold outside

But , you were the only warmth beside.

Everything under the blue

Seemed to bloom.

Every phase was having a hedge.

Yet, crossed them to reach your edge.

We had every bang

As jingles rang.

We ate the same pie

On Xmas high.

Days passed; minutes withered.

Better stuff was found.

I was left forsaken

Waiting for your words unspoken.

After such a long way,

It was all about yay or nay.

For that list on wall, only you were asked.

Being a little kid, turning to Santa is the only way I picked.

The church bell rang

Celebrating the Jesus’s sprang.

Amidst the loud carols

The voice of you is the true revel.

The spirit within

Shed the fuming tears deep in.

It was not about a person

It was about mixed emotion.

New year Pierced the darkness

And paved its way to gloriousness.

Again, came the summer, spring, fall

And finally, the December with its greatest hols.

This time, it wasn’t about yay or nay,

All that mattered is just a “say”!

By Chandana Chowdary