Devoted exclusively to the creative process. Here you will see photojournaling, poetry, prose, an occasional review--journaling or philosophical writing can be found on our other blogs. This is our attempt to use our imaginations. Enjoy!

Tuesday, December 27, 2005


Each time I pull the quilt over me
It’s like slipping within a question mark
That perennially hangs over my bed
Prodding the false warmth
With which my middle-class existence
Sleeps this cold winter.

But I know nothing of winter.
It is metaphorical for me.
I see it only in news clippings of cold wave
Or in the shivering of a mendicant
Pressed against my centrally-heated car’s window panes
Or in the vaporous breath of an illicit lover
Exhaled across my married face.

© Dan Husain
December 23, 2005

PS: Thanks EOTR for inviting me! It is good to be in august company! :-)


Enemy of the Republic said...

Wow, this is good. Now I see why all these blogs want you! Thanks for being with us!

Shilpa said...

Nice!:) Good to see you here, Dan!

Jyotsna said...

Beautiful as ever Dan ..sums up the varied hues of winter so vividly ..