Treasure Island

Rosmin Elsa Mohan

(21st December / New Delhi)

Cold


Is it the shiver that runs down your spine?
Or the numbness that makes you whine,
Is it the antonym to the sweat of time?
Or the pain that reflects a bloody crime?

Is it not the unseen blood that flows?
When a loved one but gently stows
You away and not but see
You away and lets you free

Is it not the love you yearned for?
Is it not the love denied?
Is it not that feeling unmoored?
Is it not that face that lied?

Nothing is colder than love, for sure
A lie in love, the coldest ever
The hardest to live and endure
Is the predatory answer

Now or never.

Submitted: Thursday, June 05, 2014
Edited: Thursday, June 05, 2014

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'Cold' defined as the coldness in love.

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