Warmth of Breeze

Imagine me as a book covered with dust, A soul whose warmth for years remained untouched Letters on every page were ill-defined, unclear The essence was hidden in an ambiguous fear Uninterested I was in the societal rigmarole, Me and my outer self were at opposite poles Quite hesitant I was to turn to the next page As I knew it would amount only to stormy rage Quite concerned I was for my future pages and me, The so-called bright world appeared shadowy And in this dusky weather, suddenly the air felt unusual This didn’t happen in years, the matter truly seemed crucial I bizarrely felt the warmth of cool welcoming zephyr My pages drifted, smiled and glinted like a pearl My dull existence got transfigured into a life full-of-beans Personified I was into a woman of worth, a woman of means And now after owning this bag full of happiness, I started reading the letters carved on me, This time they were decipherable and defined, They managed to unite me, my heart and my mind. I looked around, in quest of the soul who revived me Who passed by me and set my tangled soul free Seeing him was out of question, quite hazy he appeared to me, I could only fantasize him as a cozy breeze over the sea Now, this breeze could be felt only when you are around me You… only you and nothing beyond You… the only one to make my passion profound You… in your absence too you could be felt around You … the only one in whom I am found!