“Whispers of Timber: Unveiling the Heartbeat of Wooden Homes in Ananya S. Guha’s Enchanting Verse”
As winter creeps in and the husky branches cradle their cold, barren fruits, I find myself pondering an intriguing question: What is it about the shiver of winter that evokes such warmth in our nostalgia? In a world where labyrinthine streets lead to dusty shops and cozy, wooden homes, the essence of the season begs to be felt deeply. The imagery of trees, cloaked in mists, urges us to embrace a moment’s pause—a gentle reminder to savor those simple pleasures, like a cup of tea shared amidst the hustle of the cold. This evocative piece captures that delicate interplay of time and memory, inviting us to wander through its verses as if on those very winding roads. Join me as we unravel the beauty of winter’s embrace… LEARN MORE.
Husks in trees
winter is short
of those fruits
lying in labyrinth
roads and dusty
shops, I waver
in this net of time
radiate in flow
then the afterglow
of the sun, mists unfurling
trees, restaurants in noise
weather gloves, woolens
caps, tea served will gesture
to the winter
warm and serve
me in old wooden homes.
