Letter to the Wind (Unsent)

By Kaavin Farwaha

You’ll hear it soon,

that velvet voice -

it won’t demand, it offers choice.

It whispers like a lullaby,

a hush that says, “Don’t question why.”

You’ll think it kind,

a friend in storm.

It won’t arrive in fearsome form.

No thunderclap or lightning’s sting—

just air that hums in a gentle ring.

You’ll chase that sound down quiet tracks,

believing peace means turning back.

But the ease my friend, can rot the soul,

and silence has its own black hole.

I followed once - I let it slide.

I stopped the fight, I took the ride.

"Let it happen," it would say,

like giving in would guide the way.

And oh, it did... but not to light -

it led me deeper into night.

I changed my shape to fit the tide,

I let my own voice step aside.

I traded truth for brief relief,

and found in comfort quiet grief.

The train kept moving, faster still.

No breaks, no map, just slipping will.

The man I was began to fade,

not all at once,but day by day.

The freedom that I thought I'd find

was just escape, the silent kind.

And slowly, I became the shell

of someone who once knew me well.

So here I write these words, this flame,

to warn the one who wore my name.

You’re still ahead, you’re still the spark,

you haven’t wandered into dark.

But know the wind wears many masks.

It tells you rest, but never asks.

Don’t let it take the fight from you.

Don’t blur the lines that once were true.

When shadows call, you stand your ground—

don’t trade your roots for softer sound.

And if you feel this echo near,

some trembling thought, some sudden fear -

just know this voice, this ink, this pen

belongs to someone you were then.

I'm what remains

when self is gone.

A warning dressed in broken song.

I couldn’t stop it for my sake...

So I send this back,

for yours.

Don’t break.

By Kaavin Farwaha