God of Wind

Loved the rose and pearl in the sky at 5.45am.. it was beautiful.. the sky starts lightening really early from 5.30 onwards these days.. seeing these clouds i feel even we are like them.. pushed around by the winds of time donning the different shapes and patterns of our life.. here comes the breeze driving my senses crazy with its cooling refreshing touch.. to remain unseen is painful.. and i wonder how none of us acknowledge its presence or talk to it even though it walks hand in hand with us wherever we go.. tugging at our hair.. pulling our clothes.. feeling our skin teasingly.. in a bid to be touched.. creating music in the rustle of leaves.. in a bid to be heard.. showering flowers as we walk under a tree.. in a bid to be felt.. creating goose bumps all across the surface of the sea in a bid to be seen.. carrying fistsful of fragrances to assail our senses.. and a taste of the sand in a desert.. our very life breath.. the sun is up in all its glory.. shining with love as i pay homage to the god of wind.. all the sights and sounds of morning coming awake to my senses once again..