Western wind

I have been taking
wondrous excuses
by way of my quixotic acts –
Writing on blue sky
with a piece of strident clouds
Day dreaming an undulating train
as marching caterpillar
Playing an invisible man
in the light of the lighthouse in the night of an oceanic shore
Exercising my strength
by way of toying fire with bubbling ice.
Yet; not by any luck
but, by the blowing western wind
I drew my ears
to your whereabouts,
which was playing havoc, till now on me.

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