Knocking at my door

This morning as i raced in my auto to office i felt the touch on my skin again. A whole year has gone by since i felt that touch. That sharp touch which runs a chill down the spine at first and then gradually warms your heart and puts a gleam in your eyes.
The touch of that first streak of winter in the air.

I so love this weather which makes u soar. Makes you fall in love all over again with none other than your own self. You care so much more for your body your heart your soul. A hot cuppa coffee on the chilly balcony of the office is so so nice.

Induces a spirit of dreaming in the heart and soul. You believe everything will be alright. You see everything becoming beautiful from the dew on the leaves to the barren tree which just shed it leaves.

and somewhere in this u remember the same old pain again. Somewhere deep down there... but this time u just smile...and walk away.

praying you could brave this storm like you face the chilly breeze. Hoping u could keep your heart warm like your gloves keep your hands. Wishing there was a fire which you could stop by on the way... and then walk on braving the winds coz you know its all fake