Tales of The Hushed Breeze

By Deepti Belliappa Ganapathy

Tales of the hushed breeze I hear,

Its soft yet fluttering my soul but not in fear!

Did I hope for some unreal light to shine?

Or mysterious movements that are hard to define.

Tales of the hushed breeze have a different echo now,

The forsaken streets lit with dim lights somehow.

I looked around for the presence I hoped,

My heart yearned for the kindred spirits- a past which I coped.

Tales of the hushed breeze after seasons and years did pass,

But the kindred presence remains alas!

Return if possible my heart would pray,

While the world chants rest in peace every day!

Tales of the hushed breeze then speaks to me,

It was the voice of a loved one with an unfortunate destiny.

With a gentle breeze and calm I feel,

Comforting me to find solace and better heal.

Tales of the hushed breeze remind me of days,

When these little moments of chatter forever stays!

Now a story that I charter down memory lane,

Hoping to go back in time again!

Tales of the hushed breeze tell me in peace they see,

With no regrets, they hope to be forever free.  

Not to hold them clinched with ache,

As they savour a better world free from heartbreak.

Tales of the hushed breeze with calm they share,

Gently reminding me of every care!

To look forward to every new journey ahead,

With optimism and hope, a fine spread.

Tales of the hushed breeze sing with cheer,

The leaves dance and tell me it’s a different blessing dear.

Only I can hear these voices I know,

But it’s not my insanity; instead the universe has a different show.

Tales of the hushed breeze now have eased to a gripping silence,

Almost a dream awakened, my life journey has new guidance.

Nothing is forgotten or lost in time,

It’s like a new ring from bamboo to a metal bell wind chime.

By Deepti Belliappa Ganapathy