Like a Winter Breeze

This, was written 30 yrs back, for a beautiful woman.

It really incapsulates her whole life in that small moment. A moment.
Though small, the poem has a beautiful lingering effect. Considering that this was done in 2 minutes, as the woman came down a flight of stairs, I can only imagine the level of authenticity and grace the writer must have had. Also, an eye for common place, yet deep emotions.



Like a Winter Breeze


Like a winter breeze
On a summer eve
Or a summer storm
On a winter morn
She comes, she comes, she comes –
The little angel,
In her disguised human form
A hopeful smile
Dripping through her rosy lips,
A silent speech
Unfolding her secret thoughts,
She pauses,
Searching for the invisible
If she finds, she’d be found
Or else, she’ill be lost to herself
And to the world.