Whispers of the Forgotten Wind

By Nadeem Shah

I. The Wind Remembers

The wind does not forget

It gathers our yesterdays

And scatters them gently across the pines—

A lullaby of everything we left unsaid.

It brushes your name

Across the bark of fallen trees,

Etching echoes into time

Where no one dares to read aloud.

II. Forest of Ghosts

I walked into the woods

Not to find you,

But to lose what was left of me.

Every branch whispered your voice,

Each leaf—

A crumbled letter

Never sent.

The trees stood still,

Like witnesses too weary to testify.

III. Stones and Silence

I found a stone by the river—

Smooth, cold,

Like the truth you never spoke.

I held it to my chest

Like it could answer why you left

Without looking back.

The river didn't weep.

It just kept moving,

As if forgetting was

A matter of motion.

IV. Morning, After Rain

Dawn came softly,

Sliding through mist and moss,

Uninvited,

Yet welcome.

The ground was soaked in remembering,

Heavy with the weight of what was.

But still,

The robins sang.

V. The Path You Never Took

There was a trail,

Worn but not walked—

Your trail.

You said you’d come back

When the war inside you ended.

But peace never found your hands.

Now only moss grows there,

And sometimes,

I dream of placing flowers

Where your footsteps should have been.

VI. To the Sky

I speak to the clouds now—

They listen better than people.

When I say your name,

The thunder answers.

When I cry,

The rain pretends it isn’t mine.

The sky carries the weight of my prayers,

Even the unanswered ones.

Especially those.

VII. Requiem of Leaves

The leaves fall

Not because they are weak—

But because they trust the ground

To catch them.

If only

We could learn that kind of grace.

VIII. And Still, It Breathes

This forest still breathes

Even after loss.

Even after storms.

Even after the last goodbye.

And so do I.

Author’s Note

Thank you for reading Whispers of the Forgotten Wind. This collection is a quiet meditation on grief, memory, and healing through nature’s lens. Sometimes, when words between people fail, the natural world becomes the gentlest mirror—reflecting our silence, our sorrow, and, eventually, our strength. I hope these poems found a place in your heart.