Its cold, they say
as the wind caresses their cheeks
dances along their jawbones
and teases the tip of their nose
Its cold, they say
as the snow lightly coats their eyelashes
blanketing their bodies
in a layer of shimmery white
Its cold, I say
as the wind rushes through
drying up my words
freezing the blood in my veins
Its cold, I say
as the snow dissolves my skin
blanketing my heart
hiding the warmth within

I Don't know why I rhyme
Why I pen romantic lines
And long for a girl I haven’t seen
for a relationship that has never been

In my poems sadness resides
What is this pain that never subsides?
Why my loneliness is at display
and I always  seem to pray?

But, however sad my poems may be
each one of them makes me happy,
because they let me dive into a pool
that is breathtakingly beautiful


These rhymes are little trips to heaven
they are a gift  god-given
they are my escape from the real
they let me see things I never will


They are dreams on a high altitude
they are my companions in solitude
they lend some meaning to my life
they save me from the regret-named knife

They aren’t mere worldly creations
they are the stretches of my imagination.
and a relief to my heart
and a path to self-realization.

I open my heart to them
I share my secrets with them
They are outlets for my frustration
and a library of my emotions

I regret I didn’t rhyme for years
I regret sadness went down in tears
Easier would have been those tough times
if had only written some rhyming lines!

-Amul Garg