The Break up

Today I came out and so heartlessly you surrounded me
You pricked with that harsh touch and made me flee
Those warm hugs seem to me like a matter of past
How can I bear your changed persona till the last
Can't love this new you.Oh Hello,Who are you?
When people saw your new avatar around
They all changed their guards abound
No one here seems to mind but I do...
I can't live with one who can turn so cold
You look like a stranger in wet blanket bold
I never thought our relation would end like this..
Your cruel touch overwrites those days of bliss
The embrace that sizzled me once holds no longer
I shall take refuge in the arms of my warm comforter
Let's BREAK UP for now till you meet me in another form
Oh my winter, we can renew our bond once you turn warm..

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is one of the best poems of yours that I've read so far! I love this. I can totally relate to the dislike of the cold & dark season of winter, plus the way this represents people who "go cold" on me suddenly without explanation. Your rhyming works well with many sensory observations well-expressed. I love the "new avatar" line, which is a nice modern twist on old man winter (as we call him sometimes)! (((HUGS)))

[Bala Gorthi]

Thank you Margie for all that appreciation.. The inspiration came from the cold morning breeze which virtually pricked and bit me.I rarely put on warm clothing while all others go out totally wrapped.. They all looked like warriors fully armed to fight the cold so they also came into the write. More than the cold it is the cold attitude and lack of warmth that affects me..
As for my writing, I get a lot of inspiration by reading writes of some very fine writers like you who hold the basics of poetry the rhyme and rhythm aspect in almost all writes.A few hours back I read your sonnet. Even the syllable count was maintained in that, awesome! I have to learn many things..
Thank you for visiting..

[barleygirl]

I also never wear a jacket or coat. Even when it's around 0*C, I still wear only a sweatshirt & shoes with no socks! Some mornings, it's as cold as 5*C inside my little cabin, but I still do not bundle up! Thank you for your kind compliments about my writing. I've had many decades to practice! (((HUGS)))

[Shabeeh Haider]

Lovely metaphor.
The warm season turning cold can be so much like a lover who has broken all promises.
A beautiful write.

[Bala Gorthi]

Thank you sir, for the visit and appreciation.. You have summed it very rightly..

[Neal S]

Lovely piece! Very well written.

[Bala Gorthi]

Thank you Neal, for visiting and appreciating...

[Neal S]

Most welcome :)