Waiting for spring ...

The mind was nothing more than a slate rubbed with ash;
dim, dreary and dry.

Senses were like cold cold wind knocking at your doorsteps,
withering the last wisps of wish.

Reasons were like forgotten jigsaw pieces, stacked away
and hope had heaved its last sigh

Bare like a tree which has lost all its possession to the autumn
wondering what used to be me!

An existence had turned into a perilous paradox
Once upon a time!
Inspiration: Aishwarya Pratap Singh like before :)