The privilege

"...and should you die without reaching full sunlight, you will die on a level touched by its rays."

P.S. Shot this from a mountain top half a km away from this tree, at sunset... :)

Winter

As much as was the awaiting,

Of a shared charm, this winter,

It arrives sans smiles, sans greeting,

To dead wood and an icy splinter.

Holding the frozen times bygone,

The faces pale and hearts cold

Sprinkle the salt a little, alone,

Upon the sweetness of the days old.

But the clouds linger just awhile,

Dispelled by a whisper like one last breath

Name of a rosebud, memory of a smile,

An assuring rose on snow-white of death.

Drops of ironies as pleasing as this,

Instil a vigour, so these charms last.

And we walk through the winter's promise,

Untogether, in the wake of a beautiful past.

N.

Flesh and blood

I am also mere flesh and blood, aren't I? But if I could just retain a remnant of that purity, if I could just hold the sight, a glimpse of that world preserved in a corner of my mind, if I could just leave a memory of a Struggle, if not Achievement not to remain just flesh and blood, I would not have wasted my life.

And I would not have been wrong in choosing and restricting my circle to a few people, people I've chosen to love, respect, be friends with.