A mid-winter dream...

Sometimes it’s just a dark night,

And you see a star shining bright,

You see some smiles floating around,

You pick one,

You pick yourself,

You pick your life,

And you hear her whisper,

Like a cozy winter night,

She conveys to you,

The stories of love, the stories of life

Giving lovely winter days to you…

You sit on the edge,

And you feel her in your thoughts,

She walks into your life,

Leaving you wonder about whatnots,

You see the world like you never did before,

You see the ship finally reaching the shore,

But is it a new start, or another end

Riddles you couldn’t comprehend,

Then she makes you shiver,

Like the chilly winter winds,

And says to you,

The stories of love, the stories of life

Giving lovely winter days to you…

It’s another morning,

Another lovely morning,

But you miss the last night,

You miss that star shining bright,

But you smile,

Reading all this while,

Her messages floating in the air,

Her fingers caress your hair,

You stare,

At her, at her smile, at your reflection,

In the mirror,

As it becomes clearer,

You’re alone, she never existed

She never will,

But it’s a nightmare,

Because you hear her warm whispers,

Like a winter morning sunshine,

As she says to you,

The stories of love, the stories of life

Giving lovely winter days to you…

Is she there for true,

Or just another passing illusion,

I might brood, I might worry

Or I might just bask in the her golden gleam,

Wondering, is she my goodluck,

Or just a mid-winter dream…