Murmuring Cloud – Sunitha

I might be a cloud then,
Or wind,
Or something that flows!
Yea, unscientific I’m.
Being a learned,
And with brain floating in the plays
Of dances of hormones!
Ey, leave it.
Lemme float…
Dear I may be a cloud then,
Laughing on each beat by the Sun.
I will only laugh dear,
You know no tears at all!
All shed, not a drop left.
And why do I need it now?
Never, you or me
Need to turn the pages back.
Never it bloomed as a Lilly lilack.
Now I’m
Lilack or Rossy or colourless even.
Just watching
The angel on the garden.
Whom I left among dreams.
The seed budding as eternal.
Sunitha

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