By Aakash Gupta
Floating clouds in the sky
Reciting plenty that they have seen
Even the ones they passed by,
which slowly disappeared and became one with the wind
While whispering their last wish with me.
I couldn't hear them properly
Clouds inside were thundering more loudly,
I used to watch them as a child
All day long, even after they were gone.
Like the airplane that passed by
And the stones that I used to throw
With all my might but slow
So it wouldn't hit.
Even then I felt that I knew
The clouds, planes and the winds more.
Than the people whom I met every day
Their Eyes, head-nods and Goodbyes
Seem so far to me
In all the flights, that I never board.
It feels like life's just a passing dream
On a stranded ship with bread, fake theme and requiem.
The waves are guiding the way without a hand to hold
To help me to see the horizon, the warmth, the cold.
But it's fine, why bother now,
When it never worked before
Even the mast is broken now far far from the shore.
The end is knocking on the door
I heard the knock but then it was silence,
Death has no language or shape
So neither I can argue nor deceive
In the end, it's just clouds, planes and the wind.
By Aakash Gupta
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