Turn Around

Walking alone on cold January night,
Shivering all along my spine,
And yet enjoying the numbing winds,
Whispers in the dark, speaking….

Chimes, in the far distance,
Twinkling stars, in the great beyond,
Remembering, the repentance,
And maintaining, going along.

Alone, it was impossible not to think,
Even if I had forgotten how to blink,
My thoughts rushed, I visualized,
You walking by, holding my hand.

I shouldn’t have, I shouldn’t! It’s wrong,
I shouldn’t have, when you are gone,
Alas, what do I do, I cannot forbid,
Coz everything is already morbid.

How can I not imagine my best friend,
Walking along, holding my hand?
How can I stop thinking that you belong,
That you will someday, respond?

Aha, did you know what I did?
I threw my head up to the skies,
And watched the clouds flitting by,
In the sweet moonlight….

On January night,
I called your name, soft and slow,
With your name, the winds played,
Tossing it there and here again,
They gushed, so powerfully,
And I grinned, innocently.

Just your name is enough,
Just your name gives a spark,
To dying winds, which were starved,
To the rhythm in name, they bounce along.

And as to your name I called,
The chimes responded, clinked,
Sweet was that melody….
You should have been here!

Oh, I would have danced, I swear!
If I wasn’t holding my physics textbook as I walked home,
On my journey, all alone,
Calling your name, but with winds it had flown.
Your name, away from me was blown…..
Once uttered, from my lips it did escape,
With the winds, it did fade……

May the winds, turn around.
May the winds hear my song.
May the winds come back, May they comprehend,
How much, to me, means my friend…

11:21 pm January, 2010.