The wind.

Yet again 

 Howling wind resounds against my coiled cochlea

   and I smile

 As it softly beats against my cheeks

It resonates through chill of winters

Through hostile tropical Indian summers

It comes and sings to me as it spreads its hymns every season

Nothing does behold it

It says 

'I will gather and blow away everything that your little mind clings on to every day'

I believe it will....

It makes the leaves spin..waltz 

 As it sings so loud   celebrating its own mirth

Trail of my thoughts crumble down and are indeed swept away

In bits it will smoothly take away the dust of time 

Time that we try to collect but it elopes away with this rough creature called wind.

I smile back at my constant friend..of all seasons

More leaves join in nature's gaiety

One day it will blow me away too

When I fall into ashes

Where will the wind flow me away is a mystery 

I waste no time asking about so

Wherever it blows me away 

My free soul will follow..

Now                      Then.

Reviews

[Lydia Blackwell]

what a wonderful way to think of the wind- friend of all seasons! this is a great piece. you are consistently an excellent writer. i loved the underlying theme of this- the wind serves it's purpose to clear your mind, cleanse your soul, fill it with music. nice, up-lifting piece. :)

[Dhaye]

This is so emotional...

Go with the wind
dance with it's blows
Make it your friend
it's your song that echoes...

It's a wonderful poem to read. Thanks for sharing this.

[alan peter kelly]

you have a poets soul....i hope i see and speak more to it again...for it certainly speaks to me Swaha x

[the_stoic]

with each line that i was reading i could imagine the sensation that i feel when wind blows past me .. The ending just added a dollop of delight to the poem.. glad to be back and reading your writes :)

[Robin]

You write so beautifully

[pumpkin head]

A wonderful amazing write, I like this I can feel this.

[Ogham13]

This is so very soft and persistent, a beautiful embodiment of the wind. A single lingering reflection of nature and it does move as the wind does. Very strong.

[Devons]

The best way I can describe this poem is to liken it to a perfume of nature. The kind of mystical, exotic scent that is wafted on the warm air from Mediterranean trees.
There is a wistful timelessness effected by the words; a softness of aspect, and a romantic yet fatalistic respect and appreciation for a sense of eternity and futility.
The metaphysical meaning and philosophy created is neither positive or negative - or perhaps it could be both. But it is charming.

[Jay Levon]

stunning, well done

[Trase]

The wind is a beautiful thing.