The conversation

I came across these lovely lines in a book and I took liberty to turn the writer's thoughts to a conversation.

I am a cloud... I have been feeling an implusion to go... A call from with in... A very strong feeling...
But where to? I don't know. Who do I ask? The sky knows the reasons and patterns behind all clouds; Sky, where do I go and when? Now?

My little one, clouds don't know why they move in such direction and at such a speed... Listen to your heart and go. You will know when you lift yourself high enough to see beyond horizons.

Art

This is world in miniature
Birth, Life and Death thrive here
A moment, mood, action
Emotion, face, gesture
Nature, sound and silence
Captured in eternity.

Endearing images narrating new stories
Silent voices, taking new resonance
Poignant looks, piercing into every heart
Challenges, rebellions and struggles
Frozen forever.

Chiselled curves and features
Blending colours and strokes
Well chosen words
The unique perceptions of artists and poets
This is world in miniature
Birth, Life and Death thrive here.

Living Yesterdays

Gazing through the window
She sees only the bygone days
Time does not tick for her
The needles crawled and dragged themselves
To stop one day,
Frozen and numb

She travels back and forth
Amid those black and white scenes
Refusing to live in the present
Unworried about the future.

Her children and grand children stopped to grow;
Their youth captured in eternity.
Her imagination feeds them, plays with them
And waits for their arrival from school.

Time does not decide her journey
Nor her age
And, the link is lost forever.

There are only yesterdays
Today never exists
And tomorrow shall never come…