I was told

when sky is not clouded

winter is cold

and life is colder

rushing stream of emotion,

along with

huge boulders of affliction

in the pang of separation

from her,

freeze to numbness

It was not wrong

and she was not along

when the sky is sunny

the sun is indifferent

remotely showering warmth of love;

emotions are still and stagnant

waiting for her warmth

to disappearance