Trapped in shadows, the feeble winter sun gives that feeling of aloofness
Heart is willing to daydream about the charismatic season and calmly observe
The winter’s slumber and delicate images across the idling moments
It seems, time necessarily decides to slacken the pace to alleviate the pain
Another dimension comes into existence and witnessed by mortal eyes
Everything that feels trapped now is thoughtfully embraced and preserved
Some celebrations have to patiently meditate before displaying their euphoria
~Amitav
