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.
Have you ever observed how things have layers to them. It is just a matter of range, and scale. What’s not evident doesn’t imply it doesn’t exist.Another dream of a beautiful evening sky, a palette of blues and greens, with undertones of greys and blacks. As I saw this, I felt an urge to go beyond this layer, and see what’s beneath. There is something enticing about the hidden. Tried sharing the same through a poem.
This beautiful sky above,
With shades of blue-
A stolen hue from the peacock’s feathers,
A grabbed tone from the nordic seas,
And a snatched tint from the crystals of Ceylon.
The greens look subdued,
But still asserting their presence,
With a mix of mountain jungles and the muddy water stains.
Ever seen how this moon, the sky, the breeze, and the water, remind you of old times. So is tonight, a reminder of a long-lost love. But it inspires you to grow out of the loss, the pain, and shine like never.