A messenger, as it, would bring a little love in a lot of trinkets.

Carried by the wind, reminding others of their dormant zest.

Eliciting a giggle with every fluttering hem,

Or a rejoicing sway during the night wandering.

Do you feel it too? This caress of the windsurfer – driven & happy.

One with the air, it fashions no reins.

Going where the wind shall lead, it hath no pains.

For this visitor of lands bleak and untidy, derives

Its joy from the immutable smile of others.

What an adventure would it be, to be a windsurfer,

Friend of the old, new and blue,

Carrier of a determined chill and an agent of action.

– Meera


Published by Meera Nair

A 27 year-old freelance Content Writer, who spends all her free time ensconced in the pages of a book or writing to her heart's content about topics that excite the creative spirit in her.

4 thoughts on “Windsurfer.

  1. Wow..this poem is like feeling the gentle wind on your following your heart unrestrained..Good work

    1. ‘Tis exactly that, which made me write it. Bangalore during winter is a blessing and brings out more such mystical writing 🙂 Thanks!

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