Fleeting by Sid Madathikunnel

As a warm breeze, you came to salvage

Raining petals in your flattery

Like those that swish from the sakura tree.

Every silken waft caressed me

Like the beginning strokes

Of a Van Gogh masterpiece.

Then the breeze turned to gale,

The endearing whispers vanished.

Instead of sugarcoated words

You would yell- harshly.

Frames broken, images torn

Splinters and bits of glimmering glass.

Drops of red tracing wood

From hands once tender and smooth.

Still I yearned for you

To stay, to save me, or so I

Would say but to grasp

The wind is mere display.

With a rush you left me ravished.

My mind whirled and lost all leverage.

The wind though sharp against my skin

Still keeps me from feeling pain of loss

Like the thrashing wind, you make rivers flow.

Though its restless wanderings

May lead my heart through torn paths

And cause the rain to hide the day

This gale, this squall, was once a gust

That made the days more complete.

Once you showered me with blossoms

Now you rage and wander away.

So come a storm or come

the day I’ll still remember one

fleeting month of May.