Wind and I.

Sometimes in the wind of change, we find our true direction.

Words are wind.

 George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows.

Wind is blowing,

I need to keep flowing.

Breathing lonely, longing to be seen,

This soul has also cognized days like these.

Perhaps, this wind is of change?

I was never from myself, so estranged.

Strands of my hair moving with the wind,

Hurting my eyes, like thorns, each moment.

Wind has a soily smell,

Maybe it was about to rain,

for my heart was already pouring,


Perhaps, it smelled of starting again.

Like a light feather, I float again.

I rise again.

I rise again!

-Ananya Shanker ©2020

(All rights reserved)

I think it must’ve been the wind for now, I know that I need to soar high above all. The dreams that matter, the people I love and the wind of change. I shall rise, you shall rise. To anyone in trouble, everything is gonna be fine soon. It has been a pretty tiresome week for me as well, encountered some pretty cocky and condescending people. Never settle for less. Lots of love! ❤️ To the people who followed my blog, thank you! Big hug. Until next time, take care.

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