This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 35; the thirty-fifth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is "...and the world was silent again"
rigid, relentless, rebellious
shivering bodies, bare souls
stunned into inertia
a scream broke the mirage of silence…
pierced though pores, bit into bones
numbing snow, feet dug into soft trap
frost bitten toes ached, deserted legs,
couldn't move to help,
...blood curdling screams.
eyes laden with frost, shut,
oblivious to desertion, decay
ears froze, wrapped under layers,
seeking warm reclusion
heard no more… no words, no help calls,
...not even screams.
sounds dropped one by one…and the world became silent…again.
all senses in quarantine, heart left to nurse its own pain,
heart…where the winter set in
turning rivulets coursing through veins…white
screams couldn't broke in
everything still, devoid of life but claws…
moved nimbly to satiate hunger,
beastly, dispassionate, unkind
hunger…insatiable, deaf, blind
using everything weaker, meeker to fuel its fire
earthly winters will end soon…
but no respite,
from the iceage that has set in