Frozen - Poem

"Frozen"

The hills, the mountains,

And the air is frozen.

The water which was streaming,

That stream is frozen.

Meadows in the valley,

Once oil painted

With sap green colour,

Look faded now.

Sprouts are conquered by snow,

The colours are frozen.

Time desires to leap,

So do I

The moments are stuck,

The moments are frozen.

Every particle of existence,

Passes through - 

the beautification of being frozen,

Creating peculiarly amazing patterns,

All the limbs are being frozen.

If fall teaches how beautiful it's,

To let go,

To get once again,

Why it discriminates with memories?

Lucid memories sprout,

In the vacuumed minds,

Memories sprout,

Breaking out of the crystal shell...

Sneha Jani