the wind

the wind that blows,
doesn't show its presence,
but,
you feel it.
it enters into those tiny little cracks,
of the wooden doors,
or the transparent windows.
 it sometimes slides through those ruffled blouses,
or those long flourishing dresses.
it gives a tingle every now and then.
just like the wind~
though you may want to hide it,fight it,
it just always,
stays,
right there.
everywhere you go..

miss.

amidst the rain that falls,
or in those journeys,
thousands of feet above the ground.
in between the aches that it may bring,
or when you reach the end of the road,
some things are always for sure.
it may be that rainbow,
that you'd always miss witnessing after a rain.
or a sunshine,
that you'd miss at night.
the stars you'd miss in the day,
or the moon,
that never brings dismay.