It is snowing all over here,
Like a bare bed down the moonlit skies
At the short hours of the night, I lie,
And upon me they go on tapping;
the little drops of your snowy skin.
It’s snowing here all over me again,
As if you do, when we are out loving.
It’s great that they come again,
Leaving the grounds of my senses bare.
I get my senses up when they get by my skin.
Away I go, again I come, away I go again.
Our days are different but for their makes.
Know, love, ‘we go like these falling drops’
Come, fall upon and shatter into dribbles of love.
Let’s get abandoned ourselves deep in our move.
These times, unlike other times, are faster, dear.
And the day is about to break; come, let’s shatter.
It’s snowing and my mind is going free.
A beautiful melody I hear in between.
Is it the reveling of that dribbling spree?
Or of that fight which I get thinking of thee?
A. Jayaprakash Jayaprakash Panicker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-snowing-all-over-here/
