Winter is coming,
inevitably as always.
The mild autumn will not last
forever, nothing does.
Choices
Will need to be made.
The leafs
Still yellow, will darken
And then vanish in the chill,
Darkness will swallow all cheers,
Ephemeral, they always were.
The heart will have to decide
To fight or to freeze
‘Cause the winter frigidity
Is rushing to the soul,
Unstoppable, yes, it is.
Decisions
Will have to be made.
The path will lie ahead
Bone chilling
Dark moods
Dark malevolent faces
Dark beards
Each strand stiff as knives in the cold
The feeling of cold cold steel;
Dark curtains blocking the sun,
As arctic blasts will whistle but
No more leafs to blow.
The trees will stand
Naked
In the battering swirls
Of icy breeze.
And I will have to walk
Along that path
To look for warmth
For shelter from the storm,
Or stand beside the trees;
Stolidly trying to defy
The cold stare of ancient eyes.
Evil eyes they are
Giving
A chilly gaze of long nights.
The hope for a bright dawn is
But futile –
Deception is all that is in one’s lot.
The trees know how to survive
But I am
Neither a tree
Nor impassively resistant.
Decisions
Will have to be arrived upon,
Soon like yesterday
Or perish dithering
Thinking any day may
Have a ray of redemptive hope.
There is little time to lose
‘Cause, yes, like an overflowing river
Winter is coming.
Dhaka
1st November 2015.
© S M Shahrukh and Traces of Orange, 2015
(Photograph collected from a Facebook page about depression and suicide)
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