Invincible

And what is more nomadic
than you, wanderlust Wind?

All I needed was a gust
of your freshness.
You blew past my face,
gently brushed your lips
against mine
and went away flowing,
jauntily basking in your
glory…


I wished to capture you
in one breath,
I wished to retain you
in me.
You entered me, though
and I felt , I won.
I felt I conquered you.

But in the very next moment,
you went out
with my one treacherous exhale…

I wistfully sighed:-
“Wind, you shall stay a rebel!”