The Breeze...

I remember torturing my high school friends and fewer work friends with my poems. Though it’s not in my interest to pen down verses, some blaze of emotions are bound to explode through this mode. Now, after couple of years of gap, I got pulled in again, into the same tangle. Well, now, I don’t have my high school friends, but here I am sharing it with you even when I know it’s going to be yet another torture for all:) Enjoy!

The Breeze…

On a dark timid night, just when I thought I was being punished;

Consenting to surpass the hurdle, with a mind of toleration;

Straining to uphold, decking up with the happenings, bit dim;

Something missing, something haunted me for a while;

I could not be lifted, could not be cajoled, and could not be shoved;

But with deep perspiration, which is like a realization, went with a flow;

Like a drop in the river, drop from the rain, swift and cool;

Suddenly jabbed with a strange complacent, a passing cloud, The Breeze;

That made me breathe, with a moist wind caressing my hair, force closing my eyes;

Making me feel my own smile, drifting rugged thoughts, senses;

Waking up the dead emotions, so hard, like a dead from life, refreshed;

Awakening the profound respect, for nature’s subtle existence;

The dance, the song, the moments, the acquaintance, with no end;

That gentle breeze, on that dark timid night, became part of life.

Signing off for now,

Achu