Ar Riah

Ar Riah
wind.
cool, soothing, wind.
heavy, thundering, wind.
a wind that can sing a song from a nightingale and whistles a calm tune for the sad folks,
a wind that can hum a lullaby of goodbye before it struck down to paint a destructive side, for the happy folks.

Wind,
like the minute strands of a horse mane,
riding gaily, steadily, thunderously,
through whatever circumstances,
it flies,
wind.

Unexpected,
hated,
loved,
missed,
loathed,
for the meaning it brought with it.

Wind,
never restrained,
never refrained,
always determined.

Wind,
absolute and indefinite.

Wind,
to be thinking of you,
because of the few verses in the holy book,
to such an extent,
where even the greatest of Creator thought of you,
thus,
how can i not ponder over the invisible strands of you,
all around,
over the seas,
and back among nimble fingers.

Like an oasis,
your existence exist.

An existence that exist.

Ar Riah.