Tryst With Winds
i stood still in the southwest balcony
savouring the washed landscape
after a brisk monsoon shower
for sometime when the heat
emnating from my body
made me restive
i thought it's the day's heat
that the rain threw up hitting
hard on my sensitive nerves
o, no!
the unsettling heat turned
me into a child playing
with fire in sheer boredom
after returning from school...
from nowhere winds
began to blow and
i was forced abandon the play
lest winds and fire conspire
whispering winds
sweeping winds
uplifting winds
i desperately tried holding
my body steady against
the teasing winds...
ha, it's then i knew
that i was in fact struggling
against the winds
of your passion and
the fire that burned me
was the fire of desire
that you kindled...
far beyond
i spotted a lone bird
circling in the sky
31aug2009
21.54hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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