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