Carols of The Snow

By Ishaan Periwal

I bleed; staring cold blue Luna.

Drowned under my own, on the snow.

Consumed by the night’s void - the inky abyss.

Waiting my impending necrosis,

Now a mere paralytic simp.

Playing Melodies of her.

Oh those Carols of the Snow.

All those glistening whistles,

Those melodious chords;

Her harmonic mellifluous voice.

Now to no response.

My hallucinations loud! holler the thought of her;

Now a crepuscular dead man walking.

From this world I eschew my reality,

For this quest has bygone rationality.

For my mind loathes actuality.

But on these snows, I hear paws

Of a most gentle, I see-

The cerulean blue of her gown

Her eyes of sapphire.

Whose crown, her silvery barnet.

By way of impetus,

Hard sprints the intoxicant

For the poison of love abiding in my blood.

An ostensibly lost soul, marching hard.

Back to his angel.

But her blue turns to dust,

Her face slowly fading.

Next, I feel those waters -

In whose tides I saw my Ulysses.

A verisimilitude mirage

Drowning me under my visions.

Thrusted against Poseidon's trident.

Retreats a gasping body, Back from the gates of Hades.

The night closed on the ledge.

From whose I wished to reach her

To make the selfish sacrifice

Before being stopped by a vision

A final wish of her.

A message, "Stay and help others live".

By Ishaan Periwal