Winter nights, sharp and shrill The owl hooted, nocturnal thrill Winter nights, a plethora of thoughts Nostalgia, black-grey memories are caught Winter nights, when cold burns Fiery emotions, dream churns.
loved the poem .. yeah ,I too love winter for all the reasons above comment has stated π and more … can’t help reading π
Your lines, specially the second one paints a winter night image complete with warm quilt and cold cheeks…
to me ,’sharp and shrill’ portrayed the cold sharp winter night-wind making shrill sounds …
and the ‘memories caught, plethora of thoughts ‘ mirrored the time we (Mom and me ) had, when night used to settle early wirh no electricity so no tv,books, mobiles…,nothing to do and she used to knit in dark , sitting near me in bed .. while I used to lie down , ‘plethora of thoughts’ crossing my mind ……. simply feeling the cold .
So its a perfect picture , beautiful and nostalgic for me π
You’ve explained and weaved your thoughts so beautifully Kokila, and thereby have reminded me of those days too…load-shedding …those chilly nights..me and my sister gossiping under the quilt and Maa scolding us for being awake so late π
Thanks dear for such a lovely comment π β€
We seem two of a kind … nostalgic about even load shedding π but yes those were the days and your poem managed to send me there too along with other places π So Thanks YOU my girl π
Hehe….load-shedding was a great excuse to get rid of the daily studies. Baba said, “no need to read or write in candle night…not healthy for your eyesight”…maa used to groan but was a joyous moment for us π π
Winter nights, so cozy and of course the winter morning, the aroma of coffee/tea, every season has it’s charm but winter has its magic…the snow capped mountains, the snowfall, the variegated flowers at its cheerful best, there is warmth in the cold of winter, that is the mystical power of winter season…just love it.
Lovely thoughts and a nostalgic picture…
It was so magnetic, it called for such beautiful description…you deserve it.
Very interesting question, perhaps you have gone on my name or look, I suppose. By the way I am basically from Cuttack, Orissa moved across India and settled in Hyderabad…
For you information, what an irony, being so close to Kolkatta, only this year for the first time I visited Kolkatta for my Book Launch in International Book Fair…
π Yes, I was intrigued by your name. Actually my father had a colleague with the same surname and he was from Nepal. π
Oh..really ! your book was published in the Kolkata International Book Fair ! that’s really great !! any idea to visit the upcoming book fair in 2015 ? I write regularly in a Bengali magazine and will be there at the publisher’s stall π
It’s quite cold here at the blog.. winter queen has awakened? π π
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Haha..Yes, too much lines on cold… π ..actually enjoying it….
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Winter, but less wintery than my last post: https://cardinalguzman.wordpress.com/2014/12/10/slottsfjellet/
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Thanks… have checked out yours…. π
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Very well said….
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Beautiful thoughts.
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Your lines compliment the picture very well. π
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It’s odd, I always morning the loss of summer, sunshine, warm weather. But when I find myself in winter I really love its coziness and introspection.
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Nice shot.
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Beautiful Photograph and the words match it perfectly ! π
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Ahw, it is actually getting a little chilly these days, but this is beautiful π
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Thanks Vinay..enjoy the winter… π
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Its a beautiful picture and with winters here I can feel every word you mentioned about winter nights π
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Thanks ..it feels really nice when once can actually relate with the words… π
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black-grey memories superb words Mani. Amazing poem.
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Thanks Shweta… β€
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Awesome
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Thanks… π
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fascinating photo, nice lines
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Thanks .. π
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those are wonderful lines, making the picture of a winter night alive! loved it π
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Thank you so much Ankita for the appreciation… π
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Beautiful poems of the winter, perfectly blend in with your gorgeous image!
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Thanks Indah…glad you liked it… π
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True,poetic portrayal of the winter!
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Thanks a lot π
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Its been long since I came across a poem with rhyming words. Well written Maniparna π
when cold burns, Fiery emotions, dream churns. Liked it
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Thanks dear… rhyming poems are seldom written nowadays…. hehe… π
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beautifully expressed, the hills have eyes indeed
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Thanks…glad you liked it… π
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beautiful π
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Thank you… π
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loved the poem .. yeah ,I too love winter for all the reasons above comment has stated π and more … can’t help reading π
Your lines, specially the second one paints a winter night image complete with warm quilt and cold cheeks…
to me ,’sharp and shrill’ portrayed the cold sharp winter night-wind making shrill sounds …
and the ‘memories caught, plethora of thoughts ‘ mirrored the time we (Mom and me ) had, when night used to settle early wirh no electricity so no tv,books, mobiles…,nothing to do and she used to knit in dark , sitting near me in bed .. while I used to lie down , ‘plethora of thoughts’ crossing my mind ……. simply feeling the cold .
So its a perfect picture , beautiful and nostalgic for me π
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You’ve explained and weaved your thoughts so beautifully Kokila, and thereby have reminded me of those days too…load-shedding …those chilly nights..me and my sister gossiping under the quilt and Maa scolding us for being awake so late π
Thanks dear for such a lovely comment π β€
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We seem two of a kind … nostalgic about even load shedding π but yes those were the days and your poem managed to send me there too along with other places π So Thanks YOU my girl π
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Hehe….load-shedding was a great excuse to get rid of the daily studies. Baba said, “no need to read or write in candle night…not healthy for your eyesight”…maa used to groan but was a joyous moment for us π π
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Beautiful words. Winter nights are very dark and deep. I remember college when I used to go out with friends on winter nights. It’s a bit scary too.
Brace yourselves, winter’s here. (GOT)
Cheers!
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Yes..there’s something strange yet beautiful about winter nights…it haunts me a lot… π
Thanks Anoop π
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Winter nights, so cozy and of course the winter morning, the aroma of coffee/tea, every season has it’s charm but winter has its magic…the snow capped mountains, the snowfall, the variegated flowers at its cheerful best, there is warmth in the cold of winter, that is the mystical power of winter season…just love it.
Lovely thoughts and a nostalgic picture…
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Thanks Nihar…your description just made me happy π
BTW, are your from Darjeeling/Nepal? just asking…. π
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It was so magnetic, it called for such beautiful description…you deserve it.
Very interesting question, perhaps you have gone on my name or look, I suppose. By the way I am basically from Cuttack, Orissa moved across India and settled in Hyderabad…
For you information, what an irony, being so close to Kolkatta, only this year for the first time I visited Kolkatta for my Book Launch in International Book Fair…
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π Yes, I was intrigued by your name. Actually my father had a colleague with the same surname and he was from Nepal. π
Oh..really ! your book was published in the Kolkata International Book Fair ! that’s really great !! any idea to visit the upcoming book fair in 2015 ? I write regularly in a Bengali magazine and will be there at the publisher’s stall π
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