Hear the Wind Sing 

Seeking solace in you…into you with you, with all of you... If not you, then who

And here I am again, knocking diverged in all the crossroads converged across the paths that said to lead to you, and yet again lost, thinking of you
Feeling you trying to smell you manifesting the room where it’s you, me, and the abyss of silence.

Where I'm sitting across, peering deep into your eyes with monologues, verse,s and poetry gushing yet never leaving the lips
With you lying across, your feet tangled like a web, your waist slender as a forgotten tale, your hands trying to grasp the numbness you have pushed me into
Your face towards me as if trying to say you missed me too, but a word from those lips and you know I’ll melt away

Your eyes…what do I say of those eyes
Where were you? Why didn’t you call? What to even name this longing that brews deep
How have you been? How have I been…Are you tired of the journey? Was it long…I can’t even tell if it’s day or night...If the clock is still ticking, if you're still turning the pages, if the coffee has already gone cold...If you are singing what I'm singing
your head in my lap, your breath jolting my heart
Questions, questions, and an incessant flow of Questions 
Yet all I know...Are those eyes

Men don’t shed tears, nor will I tonight…Neither will you nor the sea as you will blush and hide
You said there’s no place for emotions, and I long ago bottled mine
You know you left…But I kept on sailing, there were days when I just wanted you, there were days when I wanted me
Yet they had both eloped under the flickering twilight of your smile

Your hair... they whisper like sand, and you know I’m fragile
The harder I try, the easier they slip through my fingers
Your fingers, I know, they seek their refuge in mine

Soon the clock will tick and you’ll transit…you’ll say goodbye
The stairs will change their direction the breeze will go through lows and highs
The moon would have completed its descent, and the dusk would be melancholy, cold, somber, and a reflection of mine
There will be a fire and only I’ll be the one burning…Celebrating my own demise.

Seeking solace in you…into you with you, with all of you... If not you, then who

By: Kshitij Sinha
15/06/2025

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