Winter Sun She

I happened to uncover the frozen body of Rosa as she was in a senseless condition. I listened her heartbeat and the respiration process which was a musical tanpura for my heart. I can stay there forever in that position seeing the tranquility of Rosa. Her apple bosoms were little bit visible which beautifies her feminine essence. Although, she dresses like a manliness she is still a female, an exquisite one. How lucky were those strong liquor from her lips that touch her whole body and let her sleep in pacificity.

I tried to heat her body and all of a sudden I happen to see her same tattoo etched Devil which is showing the authority of power in our time. But this time I see a little visibility of fire burnt skin, it was the worst burnt, as I can assume but still it adds charm in pockered moon.

How could have she bear that fire on her skin? I kissed her hands, that tattoo and her eyes as she is the mightiest one in this crowd. I kissed her uncountable times as if that kiss can work as a magical potion for her scar.

I convinced myself that, "Her family, her life is a box full of mystery! It's necessary why Rosa is acting as an editor and author of her own story what she wants to prove? It was necessary for me to know as I can smell something uncanny in her."

I saw her more closely and I compose an analogy for her. Yes I am a stranger of her life and she is my beloved one. I began to click her in a pattern of Winter Sun.

Rosa is a cloudy, snowy, chilliest winter season for the crowd. She feigns to show herself that she is the most sassy one for the commune. She breaks those taboos which strangulate her. She is the roughest and toughest flood to erode the most spikiest and poisonous weeds. She can be the bratty one when it comes to chop the meat of others if necessary. She is the coldest tomb for stranger ones.

However, same Winter is an amalgam of luminous Sun too. She adds logs of love, affection, care to those who are in a deadliest situation. She is the dream catcher. She brings you smile with her complex metaphor. She is too far as a Sun but too close to the one who need warmth and sunshine of comfort. She is the blessing for her loved ones. She is the winter Sun of metamorphosis. She is the jack of the human card.

" Winter Sun Rosa"

I cuddled her hair and let this night to be an eye witness of our one night stay. Moon shows her chin up by veiling up the creases of sky. Stars were sweeping their fresh air in our path to bring every moment, sweet and sugary. When will I have courtesy to hold my Rosa's heart?