Winter

By Prathishta Diwakar

Winter is but a bittersweet romance

Lulling you into a deceptive tranquility

The longer nights a convenient escape

From the struggles of life's harsh reality.

The sharp edges of all our imperfections

Get blurred by the soft blanket of snow

The steam wafting off a cup of cocoa

Gives even the frowning faces a rosy glow.

Our fragile hearts and vulnerable souls

Seem sheltered by warm jumpers and blankets

The problems that seemed significant in July

Get brushed under all these thick carpets.

And yet countless jumpers and cups of cocoa

Are nothing but a temporary fix

The numbing snow and hazy mist

Just a bandage instead of the necessary stitch

But maybe this is the magic of winter indeed

If only for a few moments of wintry cheer

We are more than just our tiresome troubles

And the world seems more cozy and dear.

By Prathishta Diwakar