Nitika Sawhney

‘Dull’ ‘gloomy’  ‘barren’  They bracket you in repetitive words. I behold your blessings and wonder,  If it’s a way for them to mingle well, With friends and nod in acquiescence, It’s easier to go with the trend. I see your beauty in frosted dew drops Your chilly wind, a respite from heat I see your […]

It’s not of just a quarter of a year to me, the cold waves seem to be eternal. The winters arrived; not after the autumn,  for me the winter barged in, that one summer evening; when you gave me that cold shoulder.   The warmth of affection, the fire in your eyes, the passionate kisses […]

I stand here, numb, alone  the thick carpet of glistening snowflakes  crunch against my broad trunk  the silvery icicles dangle from  my spindly bare arms, sparkling   under the winter sun.     that old couple across the frozen lake  amazes me, summer or rain,   winter or spring, their passionate touch  enough to warm their vintage  abode, […]