The Cold Sun

 Why would anyone call the sun, cold? Now, this would be a very weird metaphor to come up with but we know for a fact that metaphors never give a straight meanings yet they do.

 So, this is a letter to my sun around whom my world revolves both literally and metaphorically, however written during the time when the sun was not shining for me. In fact, the sun was in front of me but still I  was freezing in the arctic circle of deprived love. Although, it's still an unsolved mystery if my sun one day will shine for me making my sky warm, beautiful and bright. 


Dec, 2021

Dear You,

You came like a setting sun 

That

As peaceful as it looks

But burns the sky red hot (perhaps like hell)

Carves beautiful feelings in the depth of soul

Then

In the end, it sets

Drowns the being glory of sky

Though,

I'm still waiting for that sunset

To color my sky again

When it's shining in someone else's



I always prayed to God please let my sun be there for awhile longer, just a bit. But, you'd leave anyway and I was just there standing behind seeing you leave not uttering a single word until you were out of my sight, turning my sky dark.

When, I see sunset I always wish to stop the moment and let it be there forever though truth is the world works other way around because how can I stop something that never came for me in the first place.  Clearly, my sun burned me out of it's coldness. 

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