I sat in the Train of Goodbyes On a Day when the Wind Wanted to leave for its hometown The One in the South -With few Of my belongings -So i remember When i literally begged the wind To take me with it.From that puppy Face that I made to convince to Closing The eyes baking cakes full of sorry named Cherries.
Of how We booked the Tickets, Of how The Ticket that the wind Got cancelled but when the Sullen Face of mine came in its view It finally decided to move along With me sitting by that window seat And "The wind" Moving along with me Of how Reading Romantic novels Irritated the hell out of wind Of how The Smell of Tea Wafted and when reached the Wind "How it craved for more" How that annoying person Sitting by the next seat turned The radio and that weird songs Left the wind to wonder "Does that mean only you are not weird" Leaving me with the chocolates of anger.
When the train stopped for a while, How i jumped into the puddles of water After that heavy rain that left the Romantic Songs to waft in the surroundings or Someone's heart too, Oh how the wind whispered "Have you lost it?? Rain is not good Of how i came to know that the wind Had some issues with the Rain Of how when it rained, Wind stopped moving with the train Turning my mood ugly and leaving me With questions of " What if its left behind"?? Of what we'll never meet again?? But it never let my tears fall, "Atleast someone feels that They should save me From falling into the pit of pain and misery".
How when the station arrived And the Sky turned clear, The Wind wanted to bid goodbye How on requesting the wind of Not leaving me between the unknown Faces and Emptiness -How it agreed (Atleast someone feels that they should Listen to the requests) Of how the footsteps stopped When house where love claims To live came in the view, Of how wind with the heavy heart Turned to leave but not before Kissing the cheeks and the Forehead Like a Person who Loves me the Most. Of how on entering the gate, The Tears were about to fall but again Zephry touched the cheeks and Sprinkled The wine of smiles and Memories on me.
//Years been passed,But Nostalgia of how It held me from breaking into pieces It held me from Drowning into Pain Years been passed,But Nostalgia hits Of how I fell in love with the witty zephyr Of how I realised the Meaning of true love//.