I hear the sound of whistling winds,
That wander athwart snowy hills;
From you to me, adjoining souls,
They sing the song of lifetimes joined.

Affections gust on lively breeze,
Across the valleys, hear my heart;
The echo of your whispering love,
Meets mine and thaws us from afar.

Across the distance, minds converge,
In yearning we unite once more;
We push and pull to confluence,
And join our lives in renascence.

Winter Slumber

Winter’s icy freeze

Preserves nature’s splendors

In translucent silver encasings.

Glass needles and crystal branches

Threaten to fall and shatter the quietude.

Firs dressed in gleaming ball gowns

Fill the expanse with majesty.

Prickly burrs transformed to delicate roses

Are offered to those who pass and stare

At what lies beneath the magnifying glass.

Creatures clambering on glassy tightropes

And a lone crow sitting atop a silvery tower

Navigate the foreign slippery landscape.

All appears resilient in this metallic sheathing,

Seemingly under glacial hibernation:

This, a fleeting promise of immortality.


Photo courtesy of Eats Writes Shoots

Of snowflakes and human beings

Yesterday, I took a photo of the frozen ice and snow crystals on my car. It was magnificent. I’ve posted the photo below.

I analyzed this as I drove. How perfect conditions must be as they come together to produce such beautiful patterns, perfect in their loveliness but also in their randomness. If not one snowflake is the same as another, how mind-bogglingly infinite are the possibilities of what can be produced by the frozen water molecules we so take for granted. And, while some of us who appreciate nature stop to enjoy such physical manifestations of its complexity, we forget that human beings are even more amazing. Though we try our best to be like others, we are not. Each of us is unique – our DNA, the physiological manifestation of this genetic expression, our personalities, our creativity, our feelings, our totality. How perfect are circumstances that made you, made me, just the way we are and still, with the capacity to grow and change, unlike the snowflake that just is. Oh God, we are so beautiful.