One Winter...(A Lyric)

I see summers raining past me...

With autumns in the eyes of lovers;

I see springs in a blooming spree

With the petals of dancing colours…

But my heart got stuck in one winter

To fly along a misty wing for ever and ever…

 

I was all alone in my lonely lawn

Watching carelessly

The shy drops of Moon,

When I met her eyes

In a sudden sweep of rain

On a derailed monsoon...

 

The white misty layer

Sprang up out of nowhere

Just after the twilight

In that early winter night.

 

The Moon was on its ninth,

Picking up the pace

To be in full bloom,

Amidst the shuttered rays of light.

 

Oh! Dear! I see summers raining past me...

With autumns in the eyes of lovers;

I see springs in a blooming spree

With the petals of dancing colours…

But my heart got stuck in one winter

To fly along a misty wing for ever and ever…

 

She was drifting in

Like a bunch of foamy clouds

With a sweet autumn breeze;

And I got my mind seized in a spell

To see my fall in a pair of blue eyes

Floating past my heart ringing a bell…

 

Now, with all the maddening feelings

Brimming out of my mind

I keep looking at my empty manuscript

In a mess of failed words

In a mess of colours to find

To paint a passion flowing like hell…

 

I loved to weave dreams

With winters fluting the summer rains;

Bridging morning dews

With the lonely nocturnal pains.

Now my heart keeps flowing on

In the layers of my dreams

Looking for a pair of eyes

In the shades of lunar beams...

 

Oh! Dear! I see summers raining past me...

With autumns in the eyes of lovers;

I see springs in a blooming spree

With the petals of dancing colours…

But my heart got stuck in one winter

To fly along a misty wing for ever and ever…

 

At the end of one winter

There will be no sign of

The long-forgotten spring.

The trail of fallen leaves

Will get drier and heavier

With no trace of greening…

 

All the tales of the world

Will come to an end,

With all the colours fading out

In a devouring bend…

 

And there will be just dreams

Over the ashen blue sky,

Floating like bubbles

In the faded layers of streams…

 

And in one of those dreams

There will be my empty manuscript…

Riding with a pair of blue eyes:

The eyes with a straight look

And a blank smile

With the mystery of the Forgotten Isle.

 

Oh! Dear! I see summers raining past me...

With autumns in the eyes of lovers;

I see springs in a blooming spree

With the petals of dancing colours…

But my heart got stuck in one winter

To fly along a misty wing for ever and ever…

 

© Atique R.