That Winter's Tale

"Winter’s Tale" - A Song of Betrayal and Rediscovery

Set against the quiet chill of a Bangalore December, this piece tells the story of a young woman who, for the first time, let her guard down, only to be met with betrayal. Written in the rhythm of a song, it captures the fragile beauty of trust, the sting of abandonment, and the fierce resolve to rise again. It’s a journey through cold endings and the warmth of self-discovery.

Verse 1

He couldn’t believe, someone loved him so,
A heart laid bare, but he let it go.
Played his games, kept his cards down low,
Then threw out names in a cruel little show.

Chorus

Promises grand, but always a no-show,
Words so cold, like the winter snow.
He laughs at me, with his Ho Ho Ho,
But the truth will shine, let the whole world know.

Verse 2

He chased the cash, he chased the fame,
But his empty heart just fed the flame.
A victim’s mask, his favourite game,
While I fell apart, drowning in pain.

Chorus

Promises grand, but always a no-show,
Words so cold, like the winter snow.
He laughs at me, with his Ho Ho Ho,
But the truth will shine, let the whole world know.

Bridge

His ammo’s gone, his lies run dry,
Still, he plays the saint, with a tearful cry.
But I’ve seen it all, I know the sky,
I’ve found my wings; it’s time to fly.

Chorus

Promises grand, but always a no-show,
Words so cold, like the winter snow.
He laughs at me, with his Ho Ho Ho,
But the truth will shine, let the whole world know.

Outro

So here I stand, no chains, no pain,
The sun breaks through after all the rain.
He can keep his games, his lies, his fame,
I’ve found myself; I’m whole again.

Comments

Game Of Fire and Ice

Hey Mister, Why won't you play a game of Twister? I promise I won't play coy. Won't you love it if I were your only toy? You can be the Lion in the boardroom, Then make me roar in the bedroom. Let's play the game of fire and ice. You bring the sugar, and I get the spice. I am praying by myself these nights, Drowning my moans when the city sleeps tight. We can play the game of Super Sonic, And then have our own race over some gin and tonic. So find me, like an app can find a phone. No, I won't bring out my Medusa and turn you into stone. I have been getting over my fears, Learned to make my tears into spears. You can take me as you like. We can go until we hear the third strike.

Polished Sins

A suit and tie, that polished smile, Covering up sins stacked mile by mile. They flaunt “new love,” someone else’s child— A ready-made story, perfectly styled. They’ve “levelled up,” or so they preach, But on someone’s pain, they made their reach, With vows of loyalty, words so neat, While another’s screams lie beneath their feet. Oh, they “moved on” to brighter skies, Leaving someone broken, with silent cries. They mount new heights, they shout and boast— Scaling peaks on another's haunted ghost. So smile for the camera, flash your pride, Show off the life that you tried to hide. For we know the truth beneath your gleam— A hollow show, a self-made scheme.

Till You Sing

Some would say men went to war for women like you, But I would still choose war if it meant choosing you. You say you write in amorous lines, But I would let you be the woman of my tribe. You had your adventures Under The Buda Moon, But have you been loved past noon? So I can see you shine like a magical flower, In the quiet warmth of the golden hour. The invisible strings pull at my heart Can I do justice to your name? Caress you right, Till you sing like a Carnatic hymn. Inspired by the author of Under The Buda Moon, Veena Rao

Cruising Alone

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