Apricity

The warmth that I felt on my feet, 

As I started walking again,

Left me.

I looked for this warm sensation, 

In piping hot spicy dishes, burning candles and inside a blanket,

One cannot replace the sun. 

What if the sun burnt me? 

I walk through trees, to catch a glimpse of its rays through the leaves.

Too much of sun is bad! 

I only need the warmth, in this weather! 

I look for my sun, 

Through movements and heated conversations! 

But they are all like moth to flame. 

I retire, into tranquility,

I reflect, to find the sun within my deapths, 

There it is, the warmth! 

Just enough to get me through the winter. 

Until the sun shines on me again!