Clouds

And if I were to choose, I’d be like clouds. 

You can’t hold them, 

they’ll swiftly brush through your fingers 

leaving moisture on your palm.

Yet so dense, the sun can’t pierce through, 

Yet so light, an ocean finds a home in them.

Are the clouds pouring emotions,

is this how they speak?

By sending raindrops on journeys

carrying thoughts that gently tap onto your skin to unveil emotions.

Just like these birds

find shelters under windows,

my heart too , needs a shelter today.

These raindrops make me want

to hold onto moments

that have turned into memories.

It makes me want to stay, 

just a little longer.