Return of... "me" - the poet ;)

Dear fellow bloggers and/or readers,
(especially those who have continued to come inspite of my not-blogging phases)

Remember the time, when this blog used to have my poems? For some reason (which i have given long ago) I had removed them all. BUT, the good news is that they are back. :)
And I have (hopefully by the time you read this, I would have) updated the "Creations" section for you to find them easily. :)

So drop in, read, enjoy and don't forget to leave your comments. (Good/Bad/Ugly, everything is welcome)

BTW the latest one is Flashback

#Return of the blogger!! :D

-Anki

Spread those wings, up and away...

The wind is gusty
The night is nigh
And I wonder if I may,
Spread my wings and fly!!!

The weather here has finally changed to the typical 'this-city' weather. The days are not scorching, the nights are cool, and the wind is blowing. One morning when I started my usual walk to office, the gust of the wind suddenly brought back those same feelings that I had when I first landed in this city.
Those mornings I used to walk just for this one reason - the wind on my face. And whenever I was asked whether I liked the new place, I had just one reply - "I looove the weather!".

May be over the time, I got used to it. Or may be global warming is responsible for the change in weather here. Or may be I changed my routine... or may be there are some reasons. But somewhere because of none or more of these reasons, those feelings deserted me on my way. (Why do we get used to the things we like!)

Well, so the gust of wind I was talking about, it brought a lot of other memories than just the first days here. It brought those sweet-sour memories from before I came here - the college days.There is so much - the trips to CL, the dinners, the last minute plans and how can I forget to mention the trips to nowhere .. When we used to speed in those roads (before reaching or after crossing Lanka of course!), I used to tilt my head, close my eyes and just feel the wind. When the breeze flapped the loose ends of my apparel,  I used to wonder, if that is how it would have felt had I spread my wings and flown.


(#May be it is a good thing I am not a bird, I would have fallen dead by so much flying!)
[There is one person who is responsible for all those moments. And this post is dedicated to that person and those moments. Thanks for these memories, I hope you remember them too :)]


Happy flying! ;)