An allegory of love.

@Haflong,Assam

Mountains and clouds

Layers one beyond another.

Seem to me in conversations

Of deep joy, serenity and friendship.

The cloud moves, with the windy airs, laughing in the sun's glare.

The mountain admires her for snowy feathers and the occasional wistful stares.

Mountain wait to hear the cloud's impatient outbursts and

sometimes cringes when she's moody and treats him impaired.

The trees, flowers, shrubs request the mountain to make up,

That the cloud is pretty, make her stay for us,

They say,

when you two meet, and she stays over that's the time

We remember the rains poured the night over and

the rainbow announced what had happened in the night's gown.

Mountain longing for the cloud's company

Waits to hear her voice, and requests the wind to slow down.

But for cloud, he is just one among many on the ground.

Onetime, he had helped, consoled her and she had cried in his arms to free herself of worries and doubts.

That was the day the rainbow described and the affair, the trees, and shrubs ascribed.

The mountain admires the cloud,

But is aware of his groundedness.

He waits for the cloud that will come to stay on its own, with him.

Not on a windy day or a dark night with nobody to go,

But for the one who chooses to stay for days and nights.

For he knew a cloud exists,

who will help him let loose his inhibitions,

where conversations will last generations.

Who will assure him when in doubt?

Mountain unassuming, caring for his family of the green shroud,

waits for his companion cloud.

And I stand admiring him from the corner of this window.

How he lets go, with stillness and no desire to hold...
 A lesson I learned looking through my window.

@Haflong,Assam