A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)


Cycle Of Life

Our aspirations are but fleeting clouds
Kissing hilltops of determination
To precipitate in the tiny droplets
Of endeavours, that
Run in rivulets of joy
And then nurture seds of hopes
Which rise up
Bloom and blossom into
More aspirations 🙂
25 December, 2015, after the magical experience of watching clouds drift, enroute to Nainu ❤
And this forms #magicalmornings MM#360 (Three sixty – a full circle – five more to go 🙂 )
27 December, 2015


Clouded Hopes

That cloud, it grew, as it passed

Over sea, over beach, over valleys and hills…


And burgeoning with the heaviness

Of promise, or was it warning?

It arrived: longed for release.


As did she, looking upward

In empathy. Know the portent

Of that darkness, of that weight

Of expectation, of the helplessness

Of being left, to the

Winds of change.


And while she waited, it blew away.

Was blown away.

Looking longingly after it, she wished

She too could grow wings and follow;

That she too, whimsically could just

Up it and off.


A day later, she heard it rained

Where he was.

Unappeased, she forgave herself.

And waited for the next one.

17 July, 2012


On a random thought, while gmail chatting with Soumya, about a cloud that did not rain here 🙂

Text belowUncanny, the thought that it took me by the scruff and wrote itself here. 😀 The last line says I hoped to read it from him 😀 

On 16 July, 2012:

Soumya-Amused: :
and how is the weather there?

 me: Almost but not quite rainy.. overcast most times… but the intensity of the rains is yet to pick up
07:00 Soumya-Amused: hmm same here.
  but interestingly
  the cloud that goes above your house, the same comes to ys.
  esp the ones that do not pour
07:01 me: Now THAT is a thought 😀
  One should write about it, no?
 Soumya-Amused: Yes yes.
 me: So I’ll read it soon?”
Your turn now, Soumya 🙂