World of fantasy

As I sit near the window feeling the wind touch my body and pass through,blowing my hair from my face , making me feel like I'm not alone . As I watch the trees and flowers dance with the wind with no melody because it's the melody itself created by its own when the mother nature speak itself. The calm sea then rises with joy as the wind passes them. It carries my soul away from my body making me free and where the seeds of harmony flows with sweetness and where the pride losses it's value and glory entangles with swiftness of freedom. This is where the real wind , my wind which makes me feel at home.

when the stars shine, i picture your face.but now i know imagination has no trace. even the wind changes its phase . telling me its just a dream of never ending ways.was it real or was it you or just a feeling that felt blue. holding onto the rope , not giving up but trying to hope, you are just a wind that blows at night as the trees shake. looking out through the window wishing the moon , i guess it was just me felt someone was out there doing the same as me here the nights i wished you were here.

The wind blows on the starry night .The flowers bloom in summer ,calls you but do you answer it . Is it the same wind or has it changed directions . The moon at night shines upon me, it speaks to me  saying , where are your smiles and I said it flew with the wind. The shadows on  the door, the footsteps on the stairs says ,where are your laughter and I replied , its hidden under the pain . the trees sway and swing with joy but its missing the tune. The eyes which sparkled  are now dull and are searching for joy . the things I used to fear became my friends . the monsters I used to run from, are now sharing the same body with me . was it anger or love ,hate or fear which became my strength . I drain my sorrow in music to run away from the real world. THE END