The Mighty Wind
Poetry
I ran with him, a three-legged sprint,
with an invisible man called wind;
toppled every woods
plucked dreams, ran away with them,
on the way, drop them in a beggar’s bowl
made his day;
he asked why?
‘I’ve forgotten to dream,’ he howled,
together we mouthed, never forget to dream,
try it once more!
he grabbed it like a hungry wolf,
and smiled at us, thinking of us as God
we chuckled and announced see how we enthrall all!
We broke through the door
that was tagged, ‘Do not Disturb’
lovers busy making love,
he blew softly;
enhancing their lovemaking,
they thanked us, and we flew off of the window,
promising them, will never break through;
without knocking lovers duo.
Travelled the sky,
jolted the arrogant cloud;
as if feather touched;
he insisted to stay on,
an obstinate child refused to obey;
he handled his tantrums like an ace!
He knew Spare the rod and spoil the child,
used his hard hand;
threw him away into some other land,
some smile for temperate chipped lips we bought.
Savoured the flavours of the dessert,
forest, and hill;
took me to the clover;
where we eyed many flowers.
Robbing them of honey were the greedy bees,
wind refused to accept this;
blew away the bees like a beast;
shook hands with the bewitched flowers
and they smiled and welcomed us, by
laying below our feet!
Into the bower we hurled
on the perspiring guest,
a magic wand the breeze played;
blew with his mighty hands:
with the fragrance of jasmine,
the bower welcomed us with claps;
The Guest of Honor we were called;
acknowledging us with a welcome speech,
We are delighted to welcome Mr Wind
and his unknown friend,
the bower bowed in respect!
Hiked the valleys and hills,
snuggled the tiny mountain flowers;
a tender nuzzle on their cheeks,
they smiled at the invisible guest,
and waved us goodbye!
Hypnotized, they looked, hooked!
I flew with him high up where
no passerine can ever reach
and back to earth with a flip of eyes,
swept meadows off their feet;
an ear-to-ear smile across her face,
played with paddocks,
embracing her golden grass;
some breath to the wheezing cuckoo;
in exchange for her soulful song!
We raced the bumble bees and
he panted like a dog,
who can beat wind;
galloping like a horse;
his speed no one can measure,
faster than moments that pass by,
without a notice;
to entice!
Stood till,
to hear the silence of the sea,
pretended not to exist!
The saturating swash lashed the shore.
The soothing sound,
a gurgle of the sea, I heard for the first time and
moved ahead with my boggled mind.
His endeavours not ended yet,
pushed the tired bird,
into their flight back home
and rested with them
in the crow nest;
like the cunning cuckoo,
who pretended to own it,
we owned it for a day!
Moved along wind eddies and dales,
moved in curls and twirls, in hurricane
and showed his muscle power
in tornadoes and whirlpools
I found he is violent
and we need to be careful
about his anger tantrums
lest he can blow us with
the hurricane!
I am amazed at his tricks,
he somersaulted on the tree top
and had a power nap without a bed to sleep on,
a wanderer, a globe trotter,
travelling the world barefoot!
He is a wizard whose tricks
will beguile you too!
He is cunning.
His scheming mind has plans to play,
a power wrestle with the sun;
he won the game
and the sun moved away in respect!
Someday, he deliberately forgets to flow,
he knows there will be mayhem all around,
everyone foraging him;
up the mountain, up the hill;
some summer station to halt for them!
He’s a darling, and he knows that well;
with wind, I had flown into land
that none of you have seen.
Wind is mighty
and I have been lucky to
have a flight with him,
wayfaring this beautiful
blue globe with him!
