First Snow ...

My blanket seem warmer
early light came through
seems unreal and pure
quietness like a dream
softness of feathers
reminds me of somewhere but I can't recall

every year snow came like blessings
of the Ice Queen, her greetings
to our winterly retreat
a worlds of dull darkness turned
in magic carpet of melting white
a season is yet to be baked
in hopes of less hunger
less cruelty
more joy
love
is
Air
breath

move on from
the poverty of mind
constant chatter of disgrace
continuous criticism
the illusion of lack
withheld our giving
withhold our thanking
and our blood turns cold
in ever renewing division
like hatred's wings

if you are not coloured, you better not be colourless,
if you are not famous, you better not to be successful,
if you are not immigrant, you better not be resident,
if you are not a woman, you better not be a man,
if you are not adolescence, better not a child,
if you are not rich, you better not be poor,
if you are not talented, you better not smart,
if you are not ugly, you better not be beautiful,
all it's capable of,  is to take your further
to where you don't belong
and no ones else does

hatred's wing wants to clip your eternity
for it's own existence, is hopelessly, unGodly grim
it's fearful, pitiful bigotry among immortality of our truth
how do we give our hands to a world of such loveless extend ?
in hope or despair, we are doomed to live it till end
till we can die in love one's arms, last breath...
to the ground of belief you leave for them to carry on
Hope, for a Christmas that wrap "everyone" safe and warm
Faith, for the light that we can all bring forth from within

the oddest of friends