ISN’T VALENTINE’S WEEK THE HARDEST OF SOLITARY WANDERERS? AS YOU EASE YOURSELF INTO READING THIS POST, WE SUGGEST YOU MAY JUST SURRENDER COMFORTABLY NOW. ENJOY THIS BI-LINGUAL POST IN WHICH THE NARRATOR RETURNS HOME TO EMPTINESS AND FINALLY STRIKES A CONVERSATION WITH OUR ONE TRUE COMPANION, LIFE IN ITSELF.

Thank you people for showing you love to our #MyDecember event. Here we bring you the next entre in the series. This one is again a short poem composed by Kartik Chopra taking this turn of the season as an inspiration. Winters are often said to be sad; no quite literally. SAD, with regards to winter, stands for Seasonal Affective Disorder. And as the winters cover us all in its thick unshakeable blanket of gloom, Kartik in his poem finds a way to discover strength, resilience and romance. Here’s presenting, Inspiration:

We are glad to bring you the fourth entry in our My December collection, submitted by a reader. Varun Dhingra paints Delhi Winters in the epitome of a cold lover. If you have indulged in a winter romance, you would discover how easily you can relate to the same. Winter brings out the best in her, She becomes demanding as a queen, And I, her humble slave, Bow down to her whims, She has me chained and bound. The cold winter seems warm against her heart. She scratches and bites. Yet how she delights!

We bring you the third entry in the My December event, beautifully composed by #twersty. Here’s an ode to the evanescence of life when viewed against the eternity of winters resting underneath the sheets. Relish in the short-composition, articulating the deserted chaos amidst the December chills. Source : davilemao, Wordpress December. Last chance of digging a grave, to bury my memories. Those, which allowed tears, to escape from the airport of abstracts. Those, which slid through the valley of slivers of regrets and dumped themselves

Note: This is the second blog in the My December series by Sahil. The post has been inspired by something Berlin Artparasites once shared on its Facebook page. Here’s an ode to the moment when you want to love someone, and it’s not that you don’t love them but… It’s not that I don’t love you, it’s just that this one time, I was in school, and my class teacher punished me for something I did not do. And she made everyone in the class come and shame-slap me.

Note: This is first in series of the myDecember Posts by LeanOnTree. Please do #ShowYourLove by sharing your selective entries with us at leanontreeblog@gmail.com. We’ll post the same on our blog. Remember, it’s a story. It’s life. Yours and Mine. Inspiration: #WeatherCheck #Berlin-ArtParasites Anyone who has lived in Delhi knows the extreme notes our weather may touch.

Archive the year before it is over! LeanOnTree invites you to share you selected writings with us. The theme is December. What meanings do you attach to it? Celebrations? The closing? The beginning? The end? What feelings does December inspire in the depths of your soul? Euphoria? Christmas? Gratitude? Gloom? Nostalgia? Joy? Melancholy? Indifference? The meaning can be as varied and so can the write-ups. What we are looking for is for you to be emotionally naked!