Clueless of the world around, I raise my arms……
To embrace the zephyr, that is talking a silent language…
Unable to comprehend what s being conveyed…
I purse my hands and bring it closer to my ears….
“Here are your friends to keep you company”, it said…
“Hold them close as true friends are a few!”
A bunch of flower petals are thrust in my arms...
Shades of Yellow, red and colors so new…
I caress them gently and treat them with passion…
I study their abstract inward beauty with admiration…
Overtly hospitable as I am, I give them a place to stay…
Right there in the unfathomable depths of my heart…
Slowly I start dreading the wind and anticipate its ferocity
I order it to retreat, being possessive and selfish…
Offensive it gets, ravenously it charges……
Rampages my ecstasy, I’m left with remorse and anguish...
Each colored petal moves in a different direction………
It now yearns for a selfless person, a different destination…………
I repent my actions and pray for forgiveness….
“Come back O wind; help me find my friends!”
Then a wish to fly away with the wind is overheard...
A pair of beautiful wings is gifted…
I swing them to and fro, I’m being levitated…
Here I go…..to rejoice and reunite..!!!!
