Since long the clouds have lumped together and are in full sight. They seem to have grown fond of this place. Its dark, its teary, its there hanging high!!! Just staring, guardianing each unique pieces of Creation. They are heavy with promises, thick with hopes.When a month or two back it was blistering and we all had boiled in the agony of light, complain became our constant company. Now it is pouring and pouring quite unknockingly.... The sentient species that we are, we love to puzzle ourselves with ifs and buts, thises and thats. Nothing halcyon excites.
Such is the plight of our mind. The dark and the light seemingly bonded but we choose to look the other side.
I choose to sketch the ear to ear smile all the time. And pass it on to the next. Smiles tear away the woven walls between you and me, between each thread. And let me share with you a secret: the clouds most often drop in the laughter while I pass in thunder. They are the friends we look for when drops from seas and ocean surge in our eyes. And... we are left never alone.
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