Locks of Winter

Locks of winter fall on ground

She has a hairfall all around.

The bits of ice

Quietly disguised

Fall on ground

Fall...fall...all around.

The hair has turned grey...

With white mist mixed clay...

The cold waves carrying around...

Her white hair falling all around.

Locks of winter 

Shining in moonlight

She has let open her hair...

To fall down back...on ground.

She flaunts...

Plays...

Rhythmically

Throughout the night.

She wears a gown of fog...

With slippers of glass that hold...

Her feet dancing on the ground...

Her ashes of white all around...

When light is low

And no birds show

Her heartbeats reverberate.

In the quiet spaces

Where darkness creeps

And shadows sleep.

Before the day begins,

She rises in air

Leaving frozen breaths as dew

At dawn over the leaves .

The sunlight dim

Fears to face

The gaze of the mighty chill

The winter as a Queen

Has a hairfall it seems

But the more they fall,

The more she grows

Gracious winter 

Has lovely white hair.

(C) Ravinder Kaur 

     12-12-2018

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To my dead Friend

I am really disturbed with your absence dear...I think am feeling your pain...piercing deep into my heart...your words still echo in the silent corridor...crawling sluggishly...but still not reaching out of the door of my heart...I feel you are still alive but no....no more your smile caresses my smile...the lump in my throat is struggling to call your name...eyes following the crowd ....taking you over their shoulder...to burn you ...until no flesh remains on your bones... the ashes they would collect ... to immerse in waters faraway...

your pyres ...burn my heart....the flames rise to burn me...but the irony is that I cant show anyone my burns...my soul bears all the scars...I am whipped... strangled...suffocated...but still am living....like a shameless creature...like a haunted mansion...and you pierce my soul every night...with your giggles and those soaked eyes hiding your pain..when the last time you said...I am ok!

(C) Ravinder Kaur

21-05-2017

#tomydeadfriend

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My Last poem....

One day ....

My eyes will close....

And I won't wake up any more....

To see the birds or the sunshine....

To see that happy smile...

One day....

My ears will close....

And I won't hear anymore...

Your jingling in the garden....

The footsteps behind approaching...

One day....

My lips will close....

And I won't say anymore.....

To you I love you....

To you that am waiting....

One day ....

I'll be lifeless....

Dead and not breathing....

My pen would stop spilling the ink...

But my ashes will write on water...

My last poem ....

©. Ravinder Kaur 04/12/15

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