Hey Wind!

Are you listening to the voices

Drifting in the air of chaos

Are you listening to the stories

Etched for eternity on the canvas of sky

Shouldering the stories, of people

Would you let me be a part of it?

Burdened with the mysteries of the world

Would you share them with me?

In need, you were there as

A shoulder, to cry on

A friend, to talk to

A guide, to lead on.

Soaring high up the mighty mountains  

Gliding through the monumental cities

Sinking in the pleasant oceans

Storming across the dessert terrain 

The game you play

Hiding benevolently in plain sight

A mystery that you are

Leaving me alone and empty

The void is bulging

The space is suffocating,

It's not the same without you

Let me be your home, your refuge.

The silence is deafening

Perhaps all is lost. But then,

Swiftly the autumn leaves crumble

Swirling and gushing, you revive the lost hope.

- Ajay Kontham [ 2015 ]

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P.S. : I have been working on this for a month, or perhaps even longer. I was at loss of words / inspiration, nah, mostly words, I mean I forgot how to use them (seriously). But I have to thank Wanderer for writing a post titled "Hey Wind" and giving me something to write about, a poem, I mean worambling (If in case you are wondering what it is : Word + Rambling = Worambling. Yes, I created the word! And please no applauses).

P.P.S : I used the same title as Wanderer. Hope that's okay?