Days of Snow
Mysterious Tales
What is this snow falling from the skies unknown, melting in my palms shaped like carnations, making my skin of color rainbow?
I walk alone in the forest of mythical deer and the earth is so quiet now with her snow blanket that no matter how close I place my ear next to the hollow tree, I find only a mysterious silence echoing back to me.
Under a contrasting sun blinding my eyes with its radiance, the silence of this land of snow is even further settled deep into my heart.
I have tried to unravel its mysterious beauty, find its secrets, its whispers without sound, its crystal beings, its air unlike air.
And I return empty handed.
Only in my dreams I see a lady with turquoise eyes and silver skin under a tree of stars calling my name. Calling my name again and again.
V Paliwal
