I see the wind blowing
June 21, 2011 Leave a comment
Sometimes,
Sitting inside an airconditioned cubicle,
As I look beyond the tinted windows
I see the winds blowing, I see the trees dancing with joy
And a silent voice reminds me
Of the sun, the humidity, the pollution
The longing doesn’t subside
I see the irony of my quest,
Of happiness, satisfaction and things like that