IT'S COLD WITHIN WITHOUT...

IT'S COLD WITHIN WITHOUT…

I dim the lights
Light the candles
Sit in the most comfortable chair
And stare
At the TV screen
But my eyes don’t see
Figures engaged
In a romantic scene
As my heart searches
Amongst the many pictures
Within my soul
Pretty faces full of hope
And hungry bodies
Passing images
In a bioscope
Fleeting fireflies
Lighting the darkness
Without warmth
And my heart alights on none
I stare at the candle flame
Warmer than my thoughts
Before I am buried in snow

~ Siddharth ~

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