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Tulip Chowdhury Jan 2015
Love, at times finds no expressions
just not enough to say
how much, really how deep
you love.

As you ***** for words
in between the times
love gets lost,
for not finding the right words
at the right moment.
you curse yourself,
"****, I couldn't say it."

Heart said everything
that lips did not,
eyes did too
but she saw not,
now ears listen
to banging doors
as love leaves
on clicking heels.
Tulip Chowdhury Jan 2015
It’s cold outside
icy wind, freezing rain
and with snow coming in
Polar Vortex is giving
its hardest kisses again.

I open the door,
step out
breathe deeply
feel a chilly grip
on my heart,
but its good, soothing
for
there’s fire burning
in my betrayed heart.
I prefer freezing outside
than have cursed love
burn my body and soul
when I am inside.
Winter, kiss me, really hard.
Tulip Chowdhury Jan 2015
Over snow covered paths
I walk along,
the winter wind
like blades of steel
slicing right through.
My breaths freeze
deep in the lungs,
I gasp for air
but only snowflakes
gently, lovingly
engulf me
in their falling game.

Chilly winds caress
till I feel certain,
I’ve lost bones and flesh
to an icy built,
and  am united
with the frozen land.
Tulip Chowdhury Jan 2015
Its a full-moon night
silver light drapes bare trees
where snow has left its lacy touch
the ground covered in whitish glow
a coyote howls far
unable to contain its joy
of so beautiful a night.

Its a full moon night
nocturnal world aglow
in fiery light,
fairies in silver wing fly,
I look on,
eyes stare in wonder
and
my heart is empty.
Tulip Chowdhury Jan 2015
It was cold and windy
snow piled high on the ground
as if adding to the grimness
of a bad weather day.
Every breath threatened
to freeze my lungs
and the ears went deaf
icy wind blown into them,
eyes cried helplessly
fighting with stinging cold.
And yet, somewhere, the heart melted
as I watched a tiny bird
singing on the bare branches
heedless to winter's rebukes
it was singing to life.

My lips unfroze
I whistled to the bird
and stomped on the snow,
happy to be alive
blessed to witness
yet another winter,
wind, blow, blow
as hard, as chilly
as you can,
so glad you found me,
breathing still.
Tulip Chowdhury Dec 2014
You are crazy you know
just plain crazy,
telling me so many rules,
so many norms
filling my heart
with so many hopes and dreams.

You follow
telling me that,
love is fair and square
and then taking back
all the words
uttered in solemn promise
you desert me,
while alone I stand,
confused
with your sudden flip
to other side of the coin.

What am I to do
you crazy, crazy thing
when you take me in
in your elusive games?
For once, LIFE
please be straight
don't play your crazy games.
Tulip Chowdhury Dec 2014
Snow falls, drifting, slowly
piling on hills and meadows
chilly wind , really cold,
but I am in eternal spring
held in your *****
heavenly warmth
a touch of spring
while snow flakes,
peeping from outside
pile on window panes.
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