Winds of Joy

There is a cool breeze flowing-
Its not cold enough to chill me.
Coz, deep inside, the breeze is cooler.
Outside, It blows as if to put out a fire-
Fire, which's burning deep inside,
giving out the odour of something rotting-
Is it my dreams ? My desire ?
-Breeze, blowing outside my 4 walls,
They don't know, deep inside, its cooler.
Yes, its the coolness of her Voice.

Her Voice sprinkled on these aching ears,
the melody of nature,
Put on the Music of Joy-
Set off the "cooler" Breeze.
This breeze is putting out the fire,
Leaving behind the ashes-
Now its the odour of incense,
given out by the blossoming flower buds.
-These ashes will be the fertile mud,
for the beautiful Blooms.
These Buds are the rains of Hope-
-Hope that one day, these become A "Bed of Roses"
Hope that this breeze would be the wind,
And these beautiful roses drifting
Carelessly in the "Winds of Joy".