Its winter within

The cold breeze of late November
The old dusty road deserted... Disgrace
With the beggar begging grounds
Concealed excruciation behind every face


The winter reminds the morns of summer..
Torn pages of hope rots and weeps, you can’t even hear
Smiles like creams plastered all over you
Soporific memories make fun of your fear …


The sky never answers the “why me?”
Despoiled puerility searches for you at last
The new born, in your womb still hopes, dreams
But to you, chocolate tastes like lust …


- by wreetojyoti

The northern Star

For the last few days, I had noticed a star at the north west of my sky
Today I couldn’t find it out there... gone!
Never really wished it to stay though.
The place was lonely, the North West (well from my location). Good for it.
It blinked, sometimes steady. Difficult to predict the color.. red, blue, or white ..
Twinkled brightly, sometimes dull, like the smile of a confused man or the temper of a baby.
Each day I tried to place it under any of the constellations..
never really could I decide.
May be she found it by herself …
The North West .. much darker …. Today ……..


- by Wreetojyoti