These clouds that are flying high,
Swirling upwards in the blue sky,
Narrate a fathom tale of joy,
Of astounding beauty for the heavens that glow.
The imperfectly perfect patterns they portray,
Moulding itself to any obstruction in its way,
Picturesquely spotting the entire canvas of blue,
Realising their endless limits are true.
Each one beholds a silver lining,
Of hopes to bring back the hour of shining,
With all the heavy splash they carry to bestow,
Yet so light and easy do they flow.
Conferring blissful showers on their go.
Upholding the jolts of sparkling thunders,
That who shiver their existence making them wander,
Their clusters are never shaken,
However fragile it seems, their strings are never broken.
Unitedly they embark their never ending journey,
Exhibiting marvels of giving, sharing, loving
With their cheerful moves ever inspiring.
Infatuation tuned in attraction,
Attraction led to curiosity,
Curiosity got us closer,
That closeness sparked oneness.
Those feelings sunk into our hearts,
And mesmerised our thoughts profound and deep,
Forgotten was the social retreat.
Gracing our love with gestures so pure,
We belonged to two different worlds,
Did not matter anymore!
Flying time brought chumminess great,
Our intimate souls now unfolded all secrets resting within our breasts.
Acceptance is a question of all time today,
Change is the need of this hour,
Getting us astray!
Ritualistic conditions have plunged into that unconditional bond,
Suffocating every surviving breath O God!
A final choice shall I bestow onto my life,
Unshackling it from the hallucinations to revive.
Alas! One lesson is certainly for sure,
Familiarity leads to contemplation ever more!
The softness below my feet,
Those fresh wet straws,
One’s that sneak from the bed of soil,
A mysticism that smells so divine
With hidden floral facades,
That go unnoticed by the embarkment,
Those that are certainly unaccomplished as they overlooked its depth.
Those straws that tickle,
Rendering calmness beyond measures.
Tiny is their being,
Exalted is its doing.
Green shaded sheet,
Covering patchy land we hail,
Passes its sweetness in every breath we inhale.