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.
Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 5:22 AM UTC
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.
Wind stranger