“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.” – Rabindranath Tagore
I gaze at people much like skies,
My silence to brook their carping cries
Muddled clouds of my heart, plunking rain
Squeaky clean the next day and I reign
Skedaddling from them like a fluff of glee
Ebbing and flowing skies of crimson marquee
Waltzing my way to vault of Might,
Into an abode of deeper shades of night
Oh darling, Still I surmise
Everyone are beautiful and lovely in a way alright,
Like the elegance of clouds, that makes me delight !
