Nostalgia

I am a Lonely Cloud

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With the bright shining and smiling sun,
I left my home.
From the oceans,
lakes and rivers,
that were playing with the grass
and trees around,
I gradually began to rise.
I had to go high up to the sky.
I had to leave my home although
I was so young and immature
to be left alone
to the brutal environment.
I had to face so many difficulties
before reaching the sky.
Although, I was too overfilled,
I couldn’t cry.
For as there is a time
specified to shed tears.
I rose, rose and rose,
but on my way,
I had that killing harshness
of the sun to bear,
it hurt me a lot
but what to do,
I had to benefit the trees,
the grass and
the people.
Because that’s my fate,
killing my own self
to benefit the others.
Maybe one day
or the other
I would be rewarded for that.
I travelled miles of the harsh
and unmerciful journey and
eventually I reached the sky.
I had the power to cover
the brutal sun and
stop it from harming other.
So, I did.
I burned myself spreading on the sky.
Eventually, when I was enough tortured,
I started to cry.
I cried,
cried, and
cried too much.
Everything and everyone became happy
watching me cry.
I nourished everything and
eventually
lost myself to death!
Now I am no more
because I was just
a lonely cloud…

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Rusted Bench

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This brown rusted bench
Reminds me of you.
How we sat together
Hands in hands
Near the lake shore of Ravi
Our cold breaths colliding with our passion
In the month of hot April
Looking over the horizon.
But as I stole my glance from it
And looked into your heavenly eyes
I realized that I was born to look in them.
In those eyes
I saw someone
Staring back at me
Breathing into infinity
For in that second I found myself
For in that single second
I traveled into myself
For in that moment
I was completely Free

Home

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There’s a place far from here
Bigger than the flying sky
Farther than the whispering stars
A long road leads to that lonely place
Passing through the desert
Wading through the forest
Crossing the highest mountains
Alongside a vast grey river
Under the shadows of rusted leaves
There’s a place where I don’t feel alone
It’s a place where I don’t feel lost
A place built of dreams
A place where I feel… Home
And I will be waiting for you
Waiting for you to come Home. . .