Friday, December 23, 2005


Each time I pull the quilt over me
It’s like slipping within a question mark
That hangs over my bed
Prodding the false warmth
With which I sleep this winter.

But I know nothing of winter.
I see it only in the news clippings of cold waves
Or in the shivering of a mendicant
Pressed against my car’s window
Or in the vaporous breath of an illicit lover
Exhaled across my married face.

© Dan Husain
December 23, 2005


dreamer said...

sometimes, i feel guilty that i feel the cold only 'metamorphically'as compared to others who have no choice..

Aradhita said...

You are right, the perception of winter does change from person to person... from romantic to cold and ugly...

mermaid said...

It's all about perception, isn't it? Especially liked the last two lines.

Vaishnavi said...

i would say sad...yu seem to always have a nice twist at the end, so does this.

enjoyed :)

shyloh said...

Very nice. I also like the last two lines.

Ash said...

You write well!
I never thought i would meet such gifted people in such a short span of time.

kaaju katli said...

Not sure what to make of this one. It's very interesting to say the least. Will need to re read a bit :-)

Michael said...

"married face" ??? Explain! usual it sounds just right in my ear when i whisper it to myself

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