The Cloud

 No fetters no chains no bonds no reins,

mocking the creation like a lunatic’s laughter;

I float listlessly above the mundane,

unmatched in beauty, in spirit untamed.

They call me god and no wonder why,

coz I romp in heavens and rule the skies;

I can bid the Sun to scorch the plains

Or bless the earth with pleasant rains.

The million shades and myriad hues,

Give away my shifting moods,

I can cast the sky in grey and black

Or with artists flair can paint it red

With thunder, lightening and elements raw,

I play my games and inspire awe;

Now throwing the veil over shimmering stars

Or dressing the moon in wondrous attires

But behind the scene and inspiring façade,

Lies a desolate and weary heart;

That is trying to douse in the froth of fun,

The flames of lonliness that burn within.

A heart that seeks a friend above all 

to frolic in rain and enjoy a stroll; 

To share the heat and dust, the pleasure and pain, 

the experience of life in its various frames.