Thoughts come faster as you lazily move
They must yet be captured
Cut, diced, or sliced into little poetic portions
A few prosaic ones will do
Some will be anger-laden
Or some emotional outburst or the other
Some will passively get colored anyway
And yes, they will come in all colours
And hues and the very act
Of capturing and then preserving them
Makes every grey winter day
Dance happily and say:
This happens only in winters!
The remaining months of the year
Use these thoughts whenever
New ones refuse to germinate.
I do sip coffee every time
I move out of my comfort zone
Harvesting thoughts.
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This happens in winters_a poem written on 23 November 2017
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Arvind Passey
Written on 23 November 2017
