This Winter: A Bitter Cold Poem by Krishna Upadhyay

This winter bought tons of coffins of emotions.
Vibes are drying like the humidity.
Things have to be explored and yet to be normalised.
Every level looks scary and pulls strings harder to a sad ending.
We have battled peace over the times.
Now peace looks matted with my own mistakes.
Their presence made things Lil easier,
distanced through the fuzzy fog.
The sequence of events is soaking patience left behind.
Okay! It's a transition period,
but why it's taking this long
Lots of things to discuss.
Where should I split it out?
With the flow of time, darkness
has taken the place of fog this winter.