Soughing through the meadows,
waves of stately grass swaying to your squally weaves.
Playing through the treetops
swinging them to your fantasy;
diving down,
breathing music into the withered, dead-brown leaves,
raising them from their gravey bed –
the summer wind in its mischievous dance!

Gold of the shining sun
lighting up the wind’s fairy wings –
a phantom dancing frantically.

Dead leaves
waltzing up to the heavens
in a majestic whirlwind!

O summer wind,
‘vigorate my wings with your arcane breath;
hitch me to your wings,  
take me to the exotic lands you graze!

Every night
like a homing bird
you fly back home
to the horizon,
to your nest
perched on the
shimmering clouds
among misty shadows of
heavenly beings,
where stars sliver  
the darkness, sea waves
break into cool lullabies;

but why haven’t  you come back today?

Sea wails in pain
shattering
into frothy bits,
sky breaks  in
painful thunder, sands
console each other
whispering in silence, a horrified
moon explodes in  the sea
illuminating
the moaning waves;

my heart
also pains
because
you haven’t returned to me
to your nest
beyond the horizon
perched on the
shimmering clouds
to share our eternal wait.

Who said
sound is a vibration
that travels at a bizarre speed?

I saw it softly floating
ensconced in bubbles
to a celestial gravity
that pulls them up
to the realm of idyllic bliss.

Bubbles exude the
brilliant hues of my yearnings,
wrap me inside
their merino fleece warmth,
hold me to their *****
with the tenderness
I ever cherish in my soul.

Sound nestles in its heart
a mesmeric glow of music
ordained to play
the salute note
to augur the birth of a
new hankering.

The woeful flute
of the gypsy maiden
soulfully sings
a melancholy melody
for her lost love
to get a phoenix’s wings
under the silver mist of the
new moon’s splendour.

A comely rainbow
spanning the wet, sobbing sky;
colours showering
mesmeric pearls of teardrops on earth.

Many subtle shades of marvel
unfolded that day.

Elegance of burning splendour in sun’s soul -
earth treasuring the seed of the first rain
in its womb for a new birth -
Spring’s svelte fingers
painting brilliance across the droning vale -
mist of radiance of a gorgeous moon -
stars sparkling to a melody
flowing from the divine harp -
sea breeze carving
shifting sculptures on sands of gold -
amorous mirth of sea waves
rushing to the hug of a waiting shore.

I stood there,
a trance benumbing my senses
to an hypnotic bliss.