From the East-Short Story


From the East

 

The wind from the East blew cool and calm. I looked at her. She asked me, ‘Why are you alone?’

‘I smiled’

‘Don’t you want to walk on the green grass?’ she asked.

‘I would want to….. with friends.’

‘Then why don’t you?’ came the next question.

‘My friends are busy.’

‘You lie.’

‘No I don’t’ I said.

‘I bet you have no friends’ the Eastern wind insisted.

I have five friends’ I said with pride.

‘Who are they?’

‘One of them helps me see my mistakes.’

‘And?’

‘The second makes sure I have good taste.’

‘Oh!’

‘The third touches my mind.’

‘The fourth is the breath of my life.’

‘Really?’

‘The fifth hears my every prayer.’

 

‘You are lucky indeed.’ said the eastern wind.

The Wait


The Wait

 

 

A wait for dawn to break,

A wait for the cheering brew,

A wait for the day’s mail,

A wait for afternoon tea,

A wait for the night to fall.

A wait for the first day of school,

A wait for graduation day,

A wait for the coveted job,

A wait for the lovely wedding,

A wait for the bundle of joy.

A wait for rain after summer,

A wait for the crops to ripe,

A wait for the spring air,

A wait for the next sowing,

A wait for a year to go by.

A wait to hear the loved voice,

A wait to share the blissful silence,

A wait to see the deity glow ethereal

A wait to see darkness bring stars,

A wait for eternal nothingness.