PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Sitting at the window seat of the luxury bus

Hot Kolkata sun burning the right side of my face

I looked up at the clouds above seeking solace

I floated out through the window into the sky above

With loving outstreched arms embraced a cloud

The cloud gave way and left me cold and wet

It was the first time in my thoughts a cloud I met

My cotton tee shirt ,jeans,socks,shoes dripping water

Was this the tricky solace I was running after ?

Humbly I returned to my bus window seat

I dared not look up at the enticing clouds above

Instead I put my eyes on the tufts of roadside grass

Tiny bits of nature interspersed by flowering plants

Bushes with luxuriant leaves, colourful flowers

I thought of how these came to be there

Simply by chance ? or by human intervention ?

These thoughts simply fuelled my frustration

My mind saw the craggy massive mountains

Oft capped by ice or snow

Were these engineered by someone or just by chance?

I thought and thought and went into a trance

These clouds,the grass,the flowers ,the mountains

Are they tiny fragments of the bigger "whole"

Who then are we? mere microscopic grains,idiots

We think we understand the "whole" on which I disagree

We must bow down our heads and join the idiots' melee

©bishu