Sitting in my balcony, looking at the sky above, and thinking about love made me feel its semblance to a cloud. A short poem to share this feeling.
That feels soft and cottony,
Taking different shapes and forms,
In shades of white and fawn.
It keeps moving freely,
In this vast limitless sky,
Traversing vast distances.
The journey isn’t all glee,
It has its share of pain,
That makes this cloud a vapor bag,
That looks heavy and grey,
And breaks it down into tiny drops,
Falling on the ground,
Giving off its love to it,
And blooming everything around,
And this terminal episode,
Of the saga of a cloud,
Makes it lose its existence forever.
LOVE: CLOUD: POETRY
Tulip Brook 