The Cold Winter Night…

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 A love poem in the backdrop of a cold winter night, by Madhumita, for .

Wintry night embraces, shivering, frigid and piercing,

in love, my heart hibernates, gelid and cold,

Sleep returns in the -laden eyes slowly, of old times reminiscing, 

To strike the glacial barrenness, in its warmth to hold.


Each hides within the warmth of the past, in refuge,

The heart slows its pace in concordance,

The frost bites deeper, bitter, numbing all senses, in accordance,

Helplessness takes out the dagger of pain and starts stabbing the self,

As the bleak dark night, mourns like the widow, freezing, and turning to the stone itself.


The clock strikes twelve,

Midnight hours coldly whisper as the dying embers smoulder, trying deeper to delve,

I run my fingers over the silken grey of the night while in the still warm flesh, the race,

The impossible is achieved as the heart warms up to love, the dreadful cold loses its pace!

©Madhumita Bhattacharjee Nayyar

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Madhumita Bhattacharjee Nayyar writes in Hindi and English. A poet, blogger, life-skill counsellor, healer, a social commentator, she works with women and children. She started her career with the media, moving on to the perfumes and cosmetics sector. She wrote and edited for the MEA, Kailash Mansarovar Yatra, and various other Universities. Her works have been published in various national and international magazines, newspapers, web magazines, journals, anthologies. She is an avid animal lover too.