Fog and the Flute

YOU came like a gust of 
Cold breeze.

I rushed and
Through the fog outside
Cast my weary sight,
But only I felt
Your shadowy presence.

The fog gave a beatific smile.

I remember,
The last it rained.
When clouds thickened 
On the sky, 
Blackened the woodlands, 
And 
Night too drew nigh,
My life-notes cascading from
The eternal flute.

The tune dulcet came wafting.

The light
That flickered through the mist
Told me to enclasp
Your airy presence.

The darkness that still prevailed 
In dawn’s kingdom
Reminded me of some broken
Reeds of the flute eternal.
Broken years
Broken promises
Broken tears.

Broken! Broken! Broken!

I stood still.

The mist started melting.
The darkness started ‘dying’.

With tears in my eyes
And with a longing of some far off ages
I waved the fog.

And I found You-
Inside the heart 
Of a fresh 
Sparkling
Drop of dew.