Wind whispers to me
"I bring cold, aromas, leaves"
I know life's a breeze

I'm lonely, I looked up.
I know you're seeing the same stars
I know you're staring the same sky
I know we're sharing the same breeze
Yet we're not sharing the same feelings.

At times, I wonder
if my face flashes
in front of your eyes
when you see them,
there, laughing with
their stomachs aching.
At times, I wonder
if I ever interrupt
your train of thoughts,
like the silent touch
of the cool breeze
On a hot sunny day.
At times, I wonder
if you too have a picture
on the frame of your mind,
of us, sitting
by the window sill
watching the rain drops
race down the window pane,
with a cup of hot-brewed coffee
clutched in our hands.
At times, I wonder
if you too think of me
while I'm thinking of you;
if your fingers itch
to dial my number
if your ears go numb
to hear my voice
if you ever crave
for my presence
Like I crave for yours?

Don’t waste words on a hollow breeze
You have feet, have you not?
Use them against the wind
Walk or run as you please

The carpeted bluebells
under the woodland canopy
swaying in ecstasy
to the hypnotic tunes of the morning breeze
invite me
to blend with them
to create a new shade of Spring.

Am I not privileged?