Monday, February 28, 2005

From up above

Soft and fluffy,
Like bales of cotton,
Clustered together,
A sense of awe,
Broke upon my jaw,
I could not believe,
What I saw.

Spread all over,
Cluttered together,
Surrounded by blue,
Was so true,
Maybe it was Heaven,
Haven of Gods,
Truly could've been theirs.

Have not seen,
Such a scene,
From so high,
Amidst the blues,
And orange hues,
Clouds of all shapes,
In its various shades.

Wish I had my cam,
To capture its beauty ,
For others to see,
As of now,
It stays in my soul,
As long as my mind,
Remembers no more.

1 Comments:

Blogger Sreekesh Menon said...

Clouds that glitter the sky
Clouds that cluster together
White, Black, Silver and Blue
Majestic with the sun on its back
Moulding and Shaping in the wind
Of dreams and thoughts-good and great
Wonder what lining is my name
oh clouds! mould me a perfect dream.

March 5, 2005 at 8:30 AM  

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