Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Icicles


The winter frost,
Is no match
To the icicles of my heart.
The icy blizzard
Sends me rushing,
Seeking succour
And comfort.

Scorching memories,
Torching desire.
The sun eludes me, but
Triggered is my fire!
The ice around my heart now,
Wills to melt.
Advent of spring,
Can it ever be stalled?

2 comments:

Blakmagix said...

wow !!

Dolly Singh said...

Thanks Blakmagix Rishi ;)
Glad u liked it