Horricity Of Winter

The wind whistled through high Snow flakes with it's arrival,

The smoke of frost hung like curtains, it's tough to have survival,

However, it's all about the dimentional horricity of Winter.

It brings back the painful crescent of diversion, through challenges in life,

It brings back the density of open wounds through shifts of chilling sensations in human ribs,

However- it's all about the dimentional horricity of winter.

No one remained unaware of it's potential existence,

No one became unavailable for it's chilling sensational fragrance,

However- they didn't expect ultimately it to be the horricity of winter;

No one came to know the diversion it did in different zones,

No one came to know the destruction it did to the reputed homes,

Still- they didn't realise the actual horricity of winter.

The roofs of towers are also effected by it's velocity,

The hedges did realise the show of ultimate atrocity,

Still- they say, it's the beginning, who knows the ultimate winter's horricity?

The flower beds look white in the edge of the snowfall around the hills,

The hibernation have begun in nature, somewhere on force and somewhere on will;

The winter is ready with it's horricity to return again- who knows it's ultimate designated thrills?

The ghosts look real as so the myths of the winter,

The woods look crumple beneath the pressure, their life looks splinter,

Still- they say: The winter's horricity is still to be back!

The newly built manmade achievements are crushed by force and will

There is no chance to survive, even under the tunnels or in large built grills!

The winter's horricity hit all forces at once- somewhere became boom! bang! as well as wack!

The winter is returning with it's frosty challenge all over,

The hopes still lurch in corner, for those who have to survive, it's still not over,

But, it will remain forever as omnipresent to be the horrific forever!

The dimensions are shifting a bit! the frost and snow seems different,

The places can't afford to be worst- the winter is still omniscient,

But, I suddenly feel this winter- it won't be looking as horrible as it used to be ever!

The vanguard of the global warming have done their ultimate best,

The winter is not so sweet, as it has reached to face it's worst,

Still- I can say though- The winter hasn't reach to it's horricity.

The world will change, it won't be eternal as ever,

However, we shall recognise the fact- the seasons should exist, otherwise we face our ends forever!

At last- Looking out from my frosty window- I am saying again- Winter is yet to reach it's horricity...