My December Love

My December Love

A Poem by Abhishekizy

A remembrance of yesterday.


The sun rays falls on her flawless skin,
Dust dancing in the illumination.
Those lil pink lips, a tease and a pout,
The thick liner on her eyes.

The morning of The Winter, the thick fog unrested.
Warm arms around me and the firewood burning.
The smell of her, like a lost flower of the Medievals,
Those shoulder length hair, cascading down and wild.

The morning coffee, the newspapers flutters beside.
Cold breeze at balcony, the cozy she and I.
The kiss so soft, melting at the slightest touch.
The slight taste of the skin, the lip gloss and all.

Little boats on the rivers, as we sneak through the windows.
Lit lamp post, fighting though some quality fog
Cold drops on the window glasses, dripping slowly by
The vapors of coffee, her lips soothing it with smile.

Last night was night of love, so sang the souls of ours
In the rustling of winds outside, we hug each other
The darkness of night, her eyes still so comforting
Felt world never existed, nothing beyond her arms.

© 2016 Abhishekizy

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dear Abhishekizy... we all meet our Waterloo... if only for a night.

Posted 2 Years Ago

I enjoy the feeling of being with someone that is so important to you that nothing else matters. There is no other world outside that room. The wholeness one can feel even in the arms of another. Nice work.

Posted 5 Years Ago

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5 Years Ago

Thanks Neal, I guess we all have been in one of such arms at some point of our lives. Lucky are thos.. read more

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Added on October 18, 2016
Last Updated on October 18, 2016
Tags: love, December, winter, pain, loneliness, nostalgia, betrayal



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Hello & Namaste, I'm Abhishek, I boring, geeky-clad, I.T Guy from India. Currently trying to stitch life through the maze of servers ( I told ya, my job is incredibly boring).... Well true.. more..


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