Confessions of Zephyr

The reason for the promise that there will be a post very soon, was the brewing of this story  at the back of my mind already,while I was busy writing the previous one. So, lemme not ruin it with a lot of prose in here as its time for some poetry folks ;)

Confessions of Zephyr

Traveling across the whole country side,

I always move on without any rules to abide. 

freshening up faces on my way that have been tanned on fields,

or the faces which were behind the wheels.

Be it tired , worried , or guilty faces,

all lighten up on my touch and caress.

Its been a long day,

and  I have lost count of  people I came across on my way.

but how hard it is to forget that one face,

the one that was so apart amongst the crowd of this rat race.

Moist with sweat, yet so soft to touch upon,

awestruck by this feeling, I put a hold to any thoughts of moving on.

The thin wrinkles around the corner of eyes, added to the maturity that was already reflected,

Was it the locks of hair falling over the forehead, or something else that set her apart from the rest, I had ever confronted?

I blew her hair gently, trying to behold her from so very near,

She pulled them back even more gently behind her ear.

Was something wrong or was it right for the very first time?

Wasn’t I supposed to be happy by pleasing people and ringing their wind chime!

Something struck me while I was still captivated by her grace,

I am stuck here because of her but for whom is she waiting in this stagnant place?

Unveiling the cloak of her awesomeness, soon did I realize, it wasn’t just sweat that had made her face wet,  

They were tears committed to the hopes that were shattered in the quest of things that she deserved to get.

I tried to blow them off too, but they kept rolling down,

If only I could tell her, she deserves to be the happiest and let her enemies frown.

But before that, I needed to ask, could she feel me, the same way as I do?

Of course she could, but how is she supposed to know that winds can have feelings too!

She wiped the pearl drops off with her own hand and decided to move on,

I kept on following her right through midnight, until it was early dawn.

It again struck me this time, that how long will she walk and how long will I follow?

All this is myth and my dreams are just hollow.

Caught in my own perplexities, suddenly I hear her voice piercing through me,

“I don’t have any choice but to give myself to thee”,

I blew hard with joy thinking they were directed to me,

but soon enough to realize, how big a fool I could even be!!

Within the fraction of these uttering, she jumped off from this peak,

And I stand there, broken, distorted and all so weak!

I blew harder and then hardest, trying to carry her with me as long as I could,

though she hit her inevitable destiny and I wondered, would blowing some more have done her any good.

Would blowing some more have done her any good?

These are the confessions that I keep on making to people whom I meet on my way,

wishing someone, someday  will hear my pain, my longing for my love; whom I had lost the very next day!! (of finding her)