Warmth

Warmth

Your breathing
Into my neck,
Around my ears
With rejuvenating 
Warmth,
Melting the thawed
Ice that had frosted
Into aloofness,
Loneliness,
Of long
Harsh and dry
Winters,
When even birds
forgot to sing
Of the imminent
Predators
Warning their prey.
With everything frozen
Into grey.
And you
Bringing me back 
To life
To affirm
In my place
In existence.

 © Ramakant Pande 2016

And She Will Sing Tomorrow

From toddler to school

To college, to work

Across changing years

Places, people

All

Lost into mist

Yet the Thrush

All along, in her songs

Every morning, making everything

Long gone

So real, so happening

Delivering back

Every exhaled breath

In a condensed joy.

© Ramakant Pande 2016