Dear Clouds

                  -Photo from my gallery

             

                        

                      That fairly dusty nightfall, I was staring at the

               alluring cumulus clouds with a fair amount of

               cravings in my eyes.

          

                               Is it viable to feel those clouds?

          Is it feasible to fly between them?

         

                    They were trifling, rushing hither and thither.

                My optics were overwhelmed by the marvelous

                scenario of those clouds.

                I felt like attaching with them. Perceived like 

                they wanted to ascertain me their existence. 

                Desired to split their elation with me flipping

                my misery. Wished to pamper me with their

                intimacy.

                That day I made them my sparkle, yearning to

                feel them.

                Nevertheless, turned up lightning and thundering.

                Were they scuffling? (Hoped to be there)

               Simultaneously, they swapped into small droplets

               and began to plunged into me, warming my soul.

               Yes they did!

                

                                    "My wish was grasped"

Who was she?

She was an ambitious person who believed in miracles. The one who believed in mystery. 

A person who consistently wanted to accompany her dreams.

But do you know what happened to her?

It was a cold damp evening, the mighty Himalayas though scantly visible look grandeur in the moonlight. The dogs were howling boomingly in the roadside.

She was sitting in front of her window embracing the moon, craving to be a yellow moon soon, a visual spectacle.

She was enjoying the drizzling moment with lots of skepticism in her mind along with an aspiration in her pleasing eyes.

Instantaneously something happened that nightfall. Undesired and chastising.

She was molested in front of her own family. Was thrown at the corner heedlessly, 

wrapped in her own blood.

Yeah, that's true.

An determining teenaged girl, who enduringly desired to be contented was in the lethal scenario. 

She was the girl, the so-called conservative society would never agree to accept.

She once was the same person, the society honored. 

Now merely a version of slut.

                             "She was the rape victim "