A hazy breeze suddenly blew that summer...
The feel of that breeze I can never get over...
Its been twenty years
Still I wait for that breeze to blew again through the woods
Where I once lost..

On my every words
The breeze response was a 'smile' or 'silence'
And I bother not to say, 'speak'

I lost in the alluring smile of that breeze..
That still float on my watery eyes.

I was more like owl....
Was constantly blabbing, without expecting..
The breeze,
Understanding my eyes?
Maybe!

That breeze's name?
Became a mystery....
Identity?
Just left with some words
That hitted me...

"I can't hear, I can't speak but your eyes says your heart"

The breeze left without a goodbye
And I couldn't grasp it...
As breeze meant to go..
And breeze can not be grasp..

Now I am asking myself
Should I regret of being encountered with that breeze?
Or should I cherish forelsket?


© Monoswini pathak