KISSING THE WIND ON MY BROW...

The rush of the evening breeze tells me that I am not facing the breeze anymore...
I rather tell myself that the wind is blowing on my face...
and not rushing through my hair anymore...
It is taking a toll off my smile and leaving behind a frown on my brow...
I rather not stand in its way or else it will leave me cold and lonely...
Days back, i waited for  the wind to come and blow my sorrow away...
days from then i stood in the path of the breeze to turn wild...
Days now, I am terrified of that very wilderness that i am facing every moment...
Every direction looks turbid and leaves me clueless of which direction to take...
Days from this moment, I will be pleading for a new rush of wind to take my away...
I dont want to linger around here anymore..
I want to blow away with the wind...
and not stand in its path...
I whisper to the wind that I am not a barrier in its way...
but it shouts back at me reminding me that I am not worth of my might...
and that I am hardly of any obstacle...
as my turmoil are heavy to carry with their grspeed...

Spring is here...
Green doesn't favor the grey anymore...
I am far from blooming again...
I have lost my seed for germination...
I might sleep in my winter all summer long....