Just saw the sun, settling in these pine trees
These snow topped mountains,
just got their last strike of sunlight
still could see the nature’s shade in them
Walking in that tropic,
Wonder who to call my friend
Deceptive, like the rest of the world it looked,
No paths, no roads; seems untouched from seasons
Only light in this darkness
Like only truth in 1000 lies
“Got her hand in my hand
and her shadow with mine”
And then was the snow fall
Each crystal was fresh and glittering
She asked “Am I more beautiful or the snow”??
I said “you are like these sharp stones”
and saw her shadow parting
I was standing alone
Hoping she will turn back,
Just once
And ask me why I said so
Friendship is not like snow bits
Beautiful but fragile; soft but feeble
Its like the mountain stones
Rigid, firm, forever
Neways, I stopped believing in realities
Now, I know stones are not real
Just little hard snow flakes
Waiting, for a summer
