 The daily breeze speaks to me
In a language unknown
We communicate daily
Just on our own
It enters my room swiftly
And spreads a wave of happiness
Suddenly it falls and disappears
In a weird oblivion, without any trace
It speaks to me in a chilly fashion
Coming across many stations
Tales and jokes it narrates
 Making me laugh and rejuvenate
It makes me feel the freshness
Of flowers and leaves
As if they are my distant cousins
Sending me their stories
It makes me feel the warmth
Of the sun
As if he were my neighbor
Who has gone abroad
It whispers in my ears
A soft melancholy
Maybe it’s the birds
Or sum script holy
The breeze coming from my window
Reminds me of the waves…
I feel every time I visit the beach
Are they related in some way??
The breeze greets me everyday
Not taking a single day off
Doesn’t it ever fall sick?
Or wants to take a lazy day off
I feel it on my face
But it does touch my heart
On days when it’s too much
A cup of hot tea is my retort
I am so used to it now
That I miss it when it’s not around
I get restless waiting for it
Should I sit on the merry-go-round?
The one special thing
About the breeze is that
It always makes me cheerful
And seldom sad
It comforts me on sunny days
And accompanies the rains
Winter is its favorite season
It roars the most then
I like talking to the breeze
As it listens to me patiently
It lets me open my heart
And speak my mind freely
It helps me dream and believe
That one day I could fly
It doesn’t let me hesitate a bit
And helps me strengthen my flight
– Anjani Nautiyal
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