its you,

chill fed the rain,
the bickering weather.
vying for the eyes,
the tongue and the love.
the sun rose early to morning,
brighten the instead, black.

the storm threw off the mud
and tried watering the paddy.
vain was it all,
flood got the deal.

the wind hid no longer,
and gushed from behind mountains.
she made her presense known.
yes, she wanted to been seen,
heard and felt.
she wanted security and honour.
she blew the rain off from home,
the sun to her, powerless was she.
scheming, indecenity, unspeakable.
threw the clouds astray,
and well hidden was the almighty ball of fire.
she stopped at nothing,
intruded at everything.
we stopped and watch.
and watch and watch.
the words spokened, speared delibrated,
the motive, clearly even unspokened.
we did not want the wind.
obviously.
glittering in the sun.
she danced and bask,
amit sarcasm and hatred.
no, Obviously not.
she did not wavier,
unshakened and still.
she lived the way she lived.
years begone to come.
i regret, so be it.
the Wind.


why do you weep my dear,
but you deserved it.