The wind blowing past me, whispered to me something new,
Something I have never heard, it wanted me to take a cue.
I wanted to talk back, tell it what I felt,
Tell it the feelings that in my heart dwelt.
And thus I began, “I dreamt of her”, I said,
“She was there will all her grace”,I narrated with my face glowing red.
I found myself ranting, I was talking out loud,
“Today, you and I resolve this”, I vowed.
She was still on my mind, her locks black as night,
Her presence enchanting, her aura shining bright.
“Maybe, I lack courage to accept what is true.”,
“My denial would kill me”, I knew.
Picking up my head I stopped to look around,
To find an advice but I heard back no sound.
I stopped whinning, I gave up the try,
I sat there silently looking up at the sky.
The time passed, and the sun ended the day,
And then it was then that I heard it say.
It was a faint meek voice, as I remember,
“Pain is what you fear”, was all it could murmur.
Hearing the silence that followed, I left as the moon beamed,
The wind was done talking to me it seemed.
What remained with me was query,
All this thinking has done, is, made me weary.
Maybe, it wanted me to wake up, to face what exists,
Face her, endure the pain and see if it persists.
This conversation, it left me in a state of doubt,
Maybe the wind, too, wanted me to sort my feelings out.