It’s the clouds again, that has gathered around the far eastern corner of the city, a little grey, a little blue, a fragment of white hovering around.
It’s 4 PM, as I sit by the window pane, foreseeing a blissful future, somewhere deep in the lap of nature, holding your hand, the fingers crossing and twisting!
Is it going to rain? Or is there a sunshine around the corner? It gets brighter all of a sudden, but does that bring us a little bit more closer?
It’s the clouds again, that tells me that you are not far away, that the rainbow is about to peep, that the sun is about to shine, that the leaves are going to be greener again, the smell after the rain is going to fill up the air again.
The tall buildings outside block a certain view of the city, but the greenery around gives me hope of the highest order, that life is all but mundane, that routine is lethal with a smile and a frown, the lips of which is laced with obligation, the heart of which is filled with hope.
It’s the clouds again that’s inside our hearts, that we must clear away, let the breeze blow a little harder, let the love be a little wilder, let every second of the day be a little more worthier of the life we are living!
And hence, the clouds tell me amidst the chaos lives the serenity, amidst the pain lives the love, amidst the sorrow the happiness and amidst all of us, lives you and me!
Just not the regular Guy! 