Cold

Cold.

This is how it feels everyday as I sleep after a long day at work, tucked under a quilt which tries to make me feel warm. It succeeds, only to a certain extent. The cold always wins.

This is how my soul feels, lost in the world. 

This is how my wandering mind feels as it roams around aimlessly. 

This is what my eyes reflect, as they look around emptily to seek someone who isn't there at all.

This is how my hand, never held with affection, feels - cold.

This is how I feel. Cold.

The picture is blurred. The thoughts are cluttered. And warmth is lost in the Cold.

Cold

Cold Cold Reviewed by Vyankatesh on Tuesday, February 26, 2013 Rating: 5

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