winter...

You, sometimes, come to me like that grand old nanny...
Shaking and trembling all the time, wrapped in blanket...
Chewing betel-leaves...and telling us stories of ghosts...post dinner...

Sometimes, you turn up as a college going girl...busy...talking on cellphone...
discussing a point of rendezvous with someone-
Bubbly, unpretentious, sunny!

Sometimes you're a great cricketer...
Sending the leather to distant dew-laden meadows-
Amidst cheering minions;

Sometimes you stay indolent...
Like that next door boy...
Just listening to rock songs and boozing...

Sometimes...after the sunset...you bring warmth...
With my love's lips...
so tempting and lustrous!

Winter...
Have I told you ever-
That I miss you the year long...waiting and waiting...with all my heart?