The lawn seems greener today.
As I step on the grass, my feet recall what it was like to spend hours laying still,
Watching the sky turn from blue into a blushed hue.
I sit here today and watch the leaves swaying,
And mellow rays of sunshine peek from the rear end.
Strangely, the wind has a sense of my moods-
It gears to velocities fast and slow,
Brings in a new something that resonates with my soul.
Like how a month ago, it brought me the rains,
The darkest clouds and the rumbling thunder.
If my body was the earth, and my heart, the sea currents,
I would term my tears rain, and my thoughts dark and sullen.
Why do the winds scroll up and down my moods?
Perhaps, it’s something that winds are capable of and people aren’t.
That month went by in drizzles and disturbances,
And the next one came in with ochre roads and spiny breezes.
I take a stroll down a lane, gathering a bunch of maple and oak leaves.
It’s mesmerizing to have a look at their changing colours,
And remain awestruck at the wonders of the universe.
Now as I head homewards, a queer feeling wraps itself around me-
Taking me back to times when I ran errands all day,
Exploring the corners of our sleepy little town,
And as dusk takes over the sky, I lay over the grasses in my lawn,
That never seems to lose colour from the lushest of greens.
It is softer than sheen to touch, and moist as a desert with dew.
The warmth that it surrounds me with could never be traded for the costliest of quilts.
I could lay here all day and night,
And wonder at how the winds have grown to know me well.
Infinite boulevard 