Sometimes I wonder,
If the wind that knocked on my window panes,
Had something to tell me,
About someone who lived far away

Someone with stories and songs
And pains, yearning to share
Waiting with sprawled arms for a hug
Pining his heart to drain out the loss

Sometimes I wonder,
Of all the places I went,
Did the wind take me there
To haul me a little to someone so far

Someone who's tranquil breathe
At nights wake me up from
Deepest of sleeps And
Plays his puppet shows in dark

Is the autumn leaves
Scattered in the streets
The dried and dead flowers
Blown and trounced at late hours
To feed the funeral of your pains

Did the leaves just whistled,
Or was it your songs
Written in white clouds
Tuned with the tears
That fell down your cheeks

Someday I'll follow the wind
Till the end,  To meet you
And tell you that
I heard you cry
And here I am

Listen,
Sometimes the wind,
Blows your dreams away,
And sometimes it brings
Memories that stay.