ARTIST - MIBOM TENG

Sitting in my terrace with a headache

I gazed above and saw some clouds

Then for some moments I contemplated

How freely without boundaries did they wandered?

The cloud formations reflected my thoughts

And revealed to me what I wanted to observe

They spoke a long lost language

That now only birds do understand

They look to be lonely and lost

But the rough winds are guide them

Sometimes they bring with them death

Otherwise they always be so kind

I sat dreaming and watched them drift by

And I felt a strange stillness in my mind

Mayank Sharma