It was an usual day during lockdown and I was gazing at the sky saddened by the agony of lost lives and pain due to pandemic. Suddenly, these clouds appeared and instilled new hope and faith in me. Thought of painting on canvas but few words slipped through my pen…
Clouds in the sky, lifted spirits
When I was weighing down,
Under heavy cloud of thoughts;
Come lift me again,
And take me abode
To some place;
Which my soul,
These mystic clouds can tingle creative corners of mind. These clouds sometimes play hide and seek between manifold layers of mountains, they rise up go down swirling along the curves, edges in the valley as if they are dancing alongwith the wind. These clouds often march into the valley like a troop and suddenly recede away, slowly fading into the clear evening breeze. Be it dawn or the dusk, these clouds create picturesque panorama in the canvas of sky.
Again, they remind of few lines of a poem by Rabindranath Tagore
The northern breeze sometimes carries these clouds through the conifers creating a mystic bluish haze which can sweep someone away off their feet. Sunlight entering through the mist in the forest can make one spellbound as if almighty is pouring in rays of hope from the heavens. May these winds take away the agony and bereavement from million suffering lives.
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