I wake up each morning to look at the sky
Is it blue, white, and billowy?
They always surprise me
Image by Heemal Handoo Bhat
Today the cerulean canvas
is filled with stratus clouds
Leaving a wispy trail
across the sky
Bringing bliss in the quiet dawn.
Delhi never gets to see
A lustrous sky
We see gloomy clouds hovering over the city
Or peripatetic clouds in the monsoon
But these seem to be idling
Ephemeral and detached
unlike my thoughts
I silently witness the culprit wind
Shooing them away swiftly
Rays of hope and courage
Are nestled in cloudy layers
Leaving behind a trail of happiness.