Moonmoon Chowdhury

In the dead of the winter When the nature is sleeping Under the snow cover Buried lie the whiffs Of the summer I once nursed Shivering in the chill Are the flowers of a dream That didn’t find a strong will Dormant lies its sire Missing the adrenaline rush Creaking in the raw cold Are […]

A chill enters my weary bones,     I shudder to think of days ahead,         Of falling snow and hissing winds,             Blizzards and squalls my life will face,                  Your dry cold looks give pain that blinds.  My […]

I stand frozen, in time. The winter looms over  leaving my hypothermic heart red with frost-bites and— frozen…   The leafless branches crave  the forbidden fruit of  the forgotten past, as I shiver and stand— frozen…   The flakes prick like icicles; the sun long gone. The roots try to hold the lost memories— still frozen… […]