Talking Winds Poem by Maya Neelima

I was under sky,
When wind talked to me.
My mind was silent,
But heart was whispering.

Wind spoke of soft love,
Which I refused with my dreams,
I craved,
But never surrendered.

Wind spoke to my hair,
Made many tiny knots,
Thoughts melted,
Each time I untied it.

Wind spoke to my cold body,
Painted it with moonlight,
Reflected my lonely soul,
Clouds were passing by.

Wind spoke of confused pearls,
Which I made on a string of life,
I acted,
But never ignored.

Wind spoke to my pale lips,
Tempted a kiss,
A touch of solace,
That felt miles apart.

Wind spoke parallel to me,
When I was perpendicular to it,
Senses were making wide angles,
Each measured unanswered wishes.

When wind talked,
I forgot my language,
As, it spoke of love,
My eyes responded,
And my mouth was dry.

When winds talked,
A love smiled
And
A hope sighed!