180 Degree

Frost on the window bars
Still, untouched, so pure,
Chilling breeze, invading through
Passing by my neck
Fireplace burning coal; trying to fight,
Sometimes wins, sometimes loses
Someone knocking at the door
Messaging me in, kitty laying
On floor sitting, snoring on mat
Is now wide awaken,
Shh ... IT'S WINTER,
Poor little kitty ... its end of a misery,
Another may come!
Nature has taken a 180 degree turn.

To be happy or sad,
Musing over cup of coffee
Tormented, tortured, thrown
Counting days through blazing sun,
Sleepless, sweating in the night
Haunted by failures, devastated by thoughts,
Made path along them,
Then Burnt by sun, now shivering with cold
End of misery and beginning of another.
Life has taken a 180 degree turn.