Whispers of a season

Winter days have come…

Still the mind is not yet numb;

Through the dark woods,

By the small stream that runs somewhere

My soul is searching and waiting…

I’m alone but not without something to sing for.

Hardly this flesh feels the fall of the snow flakes,

And hardly does it feel the cold;

But yes, I hear the church bells ring from far-off

And the song!

Mere words, oh how miserably they fail!

Only songs, yes, just songs the revelations of which

My soul yearns;

And when unveiled, the hand of the past towards me will turn

And play on with a lonely soul it feeds,

Sprinkling and scattering some more new seeds

When it heeds winter’s whispers,

Those silent whispers…

                                             

© Rajkumar Panthoiren

(22^nd October, 2012)