A Walk in the Clouds

Walking in the clouds, I sense the moisture in the clouds condensing on my body. I wonder if I am responsible for heartlessly aborting the birth of a raindrop. Or have I done the raindrop a favor by preventing its imminent fall from the cozy cumulonimbus comforts of floating?

My Teasing Pleasing Master, My Mind

My Mind, even as it is enclosed
in a small tiny little head
refuses to be reigned in, wanders with ease
all over, at the spur of the slightest tease,
riding on the back of even the lightest breeze.
Letting it go, I watch it pushing boundaries I never see
I wonder, its there's anything more carefree

My Mind, though never plays by the rules
even as I sing my hourly blues...
From a distance afar, mercilessly it ties me down,
teasing me, pleasing me, it plays with me
a pull to the left, I move to one edge of its frame
a pull to the right, and there I am at the other extreme
May be these are the highs and lows of 'life-lane'
only experienced on an axis, tilted on a different plane.

My Mind, relentlessly pulls the strings
enjoying every moment of this puppet game, sings
as I dance to its tune, oscillating on that tilted/jilted axis
each time going farther, on its frame's expanding girth
slowly but surely, I begin to yearn for more such trips
they're now more a ritual, helping me get a grip
on the wheels of my life, that ironically, I fear
seem to be on the move always but leave me just right here!!!

(Undated - written probably 4-5 yrs ago on a lonely brooding night)