It is snowing all over here, <br />Like a bare bed down the moonlit skies <br />At the short hours of the night, I lie, <br />And upon me they go on tapping; <br />the little drops of your snowy skin. <br /> <br />It’s snowing here all over me again, <br />As if you do, when we are out loving. <br />It’s great that they come again, <br />Leaving the grounds of my senses bare. <br /> <br />I get my senses up when they get by my skin. <br />Away I go, again I come, away I go again. <br />Our days are different but for their makes. <br />Know, love, ‘we go like these falling drops’ <br />Come, fall upon and shatter into dribbles of love. <br /> <br />Let’s get abandoned ourselves deep in our move. <br />These times, unlike other times, are faster, dear. <br />And the day is about to break; come, let’s shatter. <br />It’s snowing and my mind is going free. <br />A beautiful melody I hear in between. <br /> <br />Is it the reveling of that dribbling spree? <br />Or of that fight which I get thinking of thee?<br /><br />A. Jayaprakash Jayaprakash Panicker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-snowing-all-over-here/
