School of clouds

something incredible art work was in process. the clouds managed to gather around at one point, where they knew if they could give me one peek into their hollow, I would go bonkers. the state of art was tremendously enormous. I have often wondered about what they do beyond that gathering? I looked closely and I caught glimpse of calmness and paradise of hopes and wishes. all that was hoped and wished for- by every intrigued lover, banker, writer and dying men; lathered beyond. I could see all floating lies, that universe tried to fool us with. I was lost in the incredible lie portrayed beautifully for me. I couldn't find mine- neither wish, nor hope. not even my lies. I guess it was accepted by them. I could finally defy 'em.

slowly, the sky cleared. the gathering was over, I saw nothing but plain sight. those 10 minutes of observance, gave me lifetime of thinking- are my hopes heard? are my wishes befallen? is this what my life is all about? wish, hope & lie.

-R✨ @auroraatoyou

PS: may my heart die, but love for sky will never. my life