That late autumn night
The dark room was her aid,
Her pillow guarding all her dreams,
The wind came to invade.
It made place for her, illicitly
She had nothing to do but wait,
Wait for someone to enlighten her
So she let her heart open the gate.
She let the wind know about her dreams,
About her goods, bads, about how she feel.
She asked the wind if it could share it's words
She stayed there, so her heart could heal.
It Whispered mysteries one by one
But, Promising histories were almost none
Still it rattled on the window she had
She forgot hope, the hope for the sun.
The clock looked impatiently
At the slowmess of the time
She wondered if it could be something
"Is it something whats's only mine?"
Suddenly the silence scattered,
The rain came down as tears,
She learnt wind could never be held,
This feeling unlocked her fears .
She would never let the wind enter again
Understood that she was so naive.
The emotions raged that were once caged
But She tried to bury them alive.
© KHUSHI