Shaleen Rakesh

The wind was growing tired slowing down with age Older it said to the flower A time will come too when I will not have the strength to kiss your petals and inhale your perfume The flower replied- But what about me? What will I be then?

I'm of the same elements as you I am feather and copper, and skin inside I feel like the sea that will constantly become the sky I will reach your shore with the wind we will travel on the sea of oneness I will lie down to close my eyes my love and in time, like salt we will disappear.

I was born so close to the ground born into the night so still that the wind could say no more, and the ocean surface lay quiet stretched on the grass I saw nothing except what passed above me some eagles and kites some rain a few dreams.