The Sun, the moon and the stars
Miles and miles away
Yet, sustain life here on earth.
Is that why some distances are very important?
To sustain?
To let life be?
And the clouds?
Floating all above
Day in and day out
Mondays through Sundays
Black, blue, white and creme
Some lucky enough to escape the soot
Some lucky enough to touch the mountains
Some lucky enough to be captured
Some lucky enough to touch the ground
And yet, ever changing.
Ever defined as 'clouds'
But they are magic, revolving, moving, magic.
Raging against the sun
Raging against the moon
Conquering the infinite space
Molding signs for you to decipher.
Letting the extraordinary creep into the ordinary.
Magic.
Ever changing, magic.
© Deekshita Srinivas
14th April 2016