Through the caress of gentle breeze
Plucked in flovk through the mid-day valley
Twisting and turning, wondering like a little tease
Paying visits deep through the untouched alley

Not even sure where wind is taking
Flowing carefree through the crest of the broken hill
Falling and again fluttering
The wind is blowing without leaving any mercy

The path is unknown, the nights are scary
The roads are lonesome and the memories are haunting
Soft shrills of gentle breeze are taunting
The pitch of shuddering feelings are mesmerizing

Slowly the breeze is backing out
Looks like the travel is ending
Through the bliss and miss the destiny has been reached
Didn't even realised when the adventures stopped with a flick

© Charchita. C