If i could patch them

I cant see it, its all dark yet from those small criss-cross ray patterns formed by the not so dim lights far away, with the huge natural cones (hills) covered with immovable yet alive objects (plants) comes this chilling wind kissing ur face as it moves past by with her gentle touch.
Pulls you into your imaginary world where relativity isnt there ... the laws break .. u govern it ... she is also here in ur arms.

Bang! ... not with my girl whom i could possibly hold in my arms its breeze and an act to embrace wuld fly me out of the local trains of mumbai. Racing with a speed of 60 kmph may be .. its 1:30 AM in the night but the city is still awake ... couple of bakery shops still fresh with the workers smile. 15 mins more and i will be on the platform in reality, this breeze turns into the demonic wind .. the old lady trying hard to protect herself from .. but her rags aren't enough ... i wish i could patch them ..