Swaying with wind, the fluttering muse
You touch my skin, you brush my hair
Eyes are blind yet inside it is cool
Solid truths make marks but,
Why I love just you? Oh wind!
Realms of unheard melodies
Washed colors from the pallet,
circling in the pool of water
The words you never uttered
Why I always read between lines?
Those droplets from leaves
Parting, swaying with wind
Drips with reflections from all-around
Momentary, yes momentary!
And why I think there is eternity,
Profound in between boundaries,
In between endings and openings
A space beyond three dimensions
A place where soul like wind resides with peace
gathering all its mightiness.