Poem: A Winter Too Soon

If it is destined to be so, let it be. The wisdom of the white prevails. It's just that the winter came too early in June, my favorite month. Que Sera Sera.

Poem: A WINTER TOO SOON

A war within ends — it did not matter
For silence is the sound of peace
In which the noise of thoughts drown
In the infinitude of an inert vacuum
For whatever you believe is true
If it is, then it is … if not, it’s not
And there is a thin line in between
Where the heartbeats are heard
And sound travels in emptiness
Perhaps, it has been a dream
The mirror smirks back at me
Winter comes too soon in June
Burying the magic of the monsoon
In the unexpected avalanche of summer snow
A frosty blanket burying the brilliant warmth
And revealing the wisdom of the white
~Ashok Subramanian © 2024