Landing In Chennai

Photo by Connor Jalbert on Unsplash

I nervously hang on,
never been comfortable flying,
not living up to my name I guess.

when the book I am reading,
fails to calm me,
I notice the clouds keeping me company.

some swirl around,
reminding me of a baristas magic touch,
like flowers on coffee foam,
only nature does a better job.

I see a cloud envelop a hilltop,
as if to protect it from the sun,
or is it resting on its way,
a long lost love rediscovered,
wanting to, but unable to stay longer.

some dissipate fast,
like talent seduced by commerce,
some get darker by the second,
angrily refuse to let go of the rain,
just thunder on.

a city emerges,
the lines from above,
turn out to be railways and highways,
engulfing a river,
keeping it achingly near yet far,
from the sea,
the clouds watch and move on.