She Lost Even Her Loneliness!

A wandering lonely Cloud,
Not with a single drop of the blue-
She is laden with bruises,
Bruises of loneliness,
Solitary amid the sky’s heaven,
She stares at the din and hues below her.

There are seconds, though rare,
When she wants to be the nimbus lot,
Yet something pricks the red out of her,
A conversion from passion to bruise;
And there she bleeds only to the eyes of faith,
Raining red in the reign of grim and gloomy red.

Ever heard an anchor to a cloud?
Yes, this innocent Cloud has always been with one;
Knife for safety, and anchor for the cloud,
Hark! Piercing its own love unawares!
Wish the Cloud could break the chains,
And wander with her own swift gait!

The Cloud wants to go places,
Places full of dreams and charms;
Places where she could dance in her own colorful rain,
With flooding happiness all around.
She wants to be happy, in return she gets,
Is nothing but a pitch dark world!

The Cloud begs her anchor,
Not to hurt her so much;
The Anchor understands her so worldly,
Only to leave her once again all alone.
The Anchor is plaguing her,
With growing loneliness everyday.

Soon the Cloud will lose her fettered flight too,
She is growing- but feeble and fragile!
Soon the Cloud will lose her wishes too,
Colourful or black and white.
Soon she wants to see her dent,
Because that is what will be left as the only vent!

It will be a sad melodrama,
For the din, the hues below her.
It will be a mere tragedy for her anchor too.
But the hopes are tied only on one...
May be someday when it rains red again,
The cure to the bruises doesn't go in vain!