Zephyr
It gently
Brushed my hair.
My sight slowly
Followed in its direction,
Moving from one corner
To the other end.
I could see it
Through the flocks
Hence, my vision was partly a maze.
I remember the feel.
It was a moment
Like those alternate alleys
In a journey,
Like peripheral lives
Outside a running rail.
Fading from
A physical presence
To fragments
Of a memory lane
And in a partial submission
I stood
In a void
That short and unexplained.
It dropped back
Kissed with a gentle ease
Traversed the passageway
Accomplishing a heavy saunter.
It was a translating impression
That dissolved
Into its mere essence
And no material.
It was a life
A zephyr
Mild and aesthetic
That visited me
At the crossroads
On a displeasing
Summer day.
A zephyr is a mild wind (मन्द-मन्द पवन). The idea behind this poem is to put into words the experience of fleetingly passing people and lives each day, no matter how short and how proximate the encounters could have been and without realizing how significantly they would exist in our memories forever with a grim chance of a reunion in this journey again.
This one is a glimpse of my poems from the upcoming project. I dearly hope I am able to bring a relatable lyric story again.
Love
Damini