Hey Breeze…

A satirical poem on what we miss beeing busy

Hey breeze!
Did you come and go away?

Were you here with the whispers of tender leaves?
And the fragance of summer flowers?

While I was inside
the house of my own business,
Did you come and go away?
Couldn’t you have knocked on my door?
Wasn’t I just a knock away?

— rawjeev


A friend from far off was visiting my town for a few days. We were suposed to catch up. And I realized that the dates my friend was supposed to be in town had gone by. And this got me thinking about all that we shut ourselves down to, being busy.