Frozen like ice —

 Frozen like ice —

a deep, soulful and silent poem

Frozen like ice…

For many seasons now,

the cold sinking deep within me

has become a part of who I am.

Once, a small flame

used to rise in my heart —

perhaps from someone’s voice,

or the warmth of a gentle smile.

But that hearth

now sleeps somewhere beneath the ashes.

Even in my heartbeat

a trembling stillness shivers,

as if a traveler, walking over snow,

forgot to leave footprints behind.

Words reach my lips,

but before they melt into air

a thin frost settles over them,

and in trying to speak

I freeze even more.

There was a time

when a single name

could melt my heart —

now I write that same name

on a layer of frost with my finger,

and within moments

it blurs and disappears.

I have drifted away from myself too —

like a mirror covered in mist

that shows the face

but hides the expression.

The person inside me

seems to be sleeping for long,

and the one outside

is merely enduring the cold.

Yet there is one truth I know —

no matter how thick the ice becomes,

one ray of light,

one gentle touch,

one sincere voice

can change everything.

Maybe someday

a faint warmth

will melt the winter

frozen inside me.

But for now…

yes,

I am frozen like ice —

and in this stillness,

I am trying to find myself.

Mukesh ,,,,,,,