The evening breeze

The breeze gushed through the waiting window,

Rejuvenating and relaxing me from head to toe;

It brought back those misty memories with you,

That had vanished before the morning dew,

The tiresome, tough day had departed somehow,

Enigmatic evening was dark and tranquil now;

Like the bright silent moon in the starry sky,

Your thoughts, my warm heart began to spy;

Taking me to the most awaited dream world,

I lay silently on my bed, with my body curled;

The misty memories moved in front of my eyes,

Enlivening my lost soul and the old, dry, ties;

I strolled in my dreamy dreams thinking of you,

Dreams got wet with the morning drizzling dew;

The sun opened my eyes and I searched for you,

But I was all alone and there was no sign of you;

I wished the evening breeze would come again,

And those misty memories, the nights would rain.

Copyright 2017 Chitkala Mulye (Chitkala Aditosh)





32 thoughts on “The evening breeze

  1. “I wished the evening breeze would come again, And those mists memories, the nights would rain.” This is splendid! Love it❀.


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