The Air

 The air, is that wise mystic, secretive yet noisy and mischievous friend of mine. That friend whose my reason to live ; they've been with me ever since I was born and they promised to never leave till my last breath, till the end of eternity. 

They're always unpredictable and mercurial . At times quiet, just stays still. They go numb, they go dumb for a while, I'd say. And when I know that every place around me is hushed, I scowl in their absence. 

Alas, how can I forget! They have more friends than I do. Everyone is their friend though. They're playing with the others, whispering their secrets and jokes, gingerly into the ears; while they all laugh and smirk. 

I stare at them, in despair of losing my only friend I ever knew and had. Thinking why I was never enough, thinking why I wasn't like them ; why wasn't I better. While all their eyes turn towards me for a moment, I discreet and glance a fake awkward smile. 

But they ask me to join them. And I too, take a seat and chortle. The air, like always would whisper their secrets and stories into my ears making me chortle again. 

But when I'm walking my way back home, they tell me to never shed a tear or to ever kill myself even on the inside. For they too, are volatile. 

At moments, they say 'I will forever sit by your side and run around you and act like a nit wit. Call that love of mine for you for you, THE TENDER BREEZE. But sometimes, I will let my emotions lose. I will let them free. I might get angry too, and make a windstorm, tornado or a typhoon. But I want you to know ; with time it shall all pass. Cause I will never harm you. 

Please be patient my friend. And I will come back to you.