Christmas hues...And Us

Its us who fight through the nights and days. And leave the damp blankets and pillows to rot.

Its us who bring about those undue tussles. And cry out an entire night.

Its us who make those innumerable promises. And break them now and then.

Yet its us, again us, to make those same old vows.

Its us who spoil each other's day. And walk off our own ways.

Its us who blame each other for all. And feel guilty for the same.

Its us who make the other one cry. And cry ourselves no less.

Yet its us, again us, who wait for each other, for days on end.

Its us who fret over the distance between us. And strive on killing it through love.

Its us who wait for the rains to arrive. And share the same umbrella despite having two.

Its us who reach out to each other for help. And hold hands at vulnerable crossroads.

Its us who await the winters through the year. And cling close to keep the warmth alive.

Its us who yearn to see the colours of sunset.

And us, who paint the world green during fall.

Its us who celebrate the essence of winter.

And us, who incessantly pray for it all.

Its us who hold breath for another Christmas,

With the bliss with which it last year came..

And its Christmas which brings back all those together

On another celebration in our name.

Its for Us. And for all those shuffled colours and muffled delight we've brought into each other's lives.

P.S.- Merry Christmas to you. And Us.