Monday, September 03, 2012

Envy


The clouds, enviable in their own existence.
fleeting ornaments in shapeless, aimless pageantry.
still, creations worth envy.

the sky, an abode of bursting moods and colours.
serene moments can be a quiet plot to a passionate pour.
still, the clouds, triumphant and powerful.

masterpieces formed and dispersed, 
strangely indelible in one's memories, 
vaguely possible to remain a deity.

its freedom and permanence, its consonance to the world's heartbeat,
enviable.. like a cloud.

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