Feathered clouds

Once again they scatter; a whirlpool of randomness. Lazy, searching eyes drift across and rest, On a form akin to avian wings. Concrete soothes my back, firm and still, High, surrounding walls bind me to a world unreal, A world of queens and kings. Wings they were, no doubt; what use were wings to clouds? … Continue reading Feathered clouds


Perils of an innocent mind

Keeping the rather interesting fact in mind that the primary (and probably, the only) reader of this blog is myself, I’ve decided to come up with another perfectly self-centered post. Let’s just say, it’s meant to be a preservative to my current self, amidst the ever-changing state of things and mind. Either this will jog … Continue reading Perils of an innocent mind