Cloud Cities — Chapter 3
Free verse | Log entry — unnatural cravings
Prologue
A man from Earth slipped into a strange kingdom in the clouds.
Facing the fact that there was no way back, he slowly sank into depression.
He journaled his time there in an attempt to preserve his sanity.
These tattered log entries — tied together by a shoelace — were found by a few kids as the pages floated to the ground on a clear sunny day.
Log entry — day 30:
This aversion to light has turned to primal needs,
for now I long to feel the black of the night.
For my hands to reach out, not knowing what they may touch,
To feel love’s reassurance in the dark.
I long for a hand to grasp in confidence,
maybe for a voice to shout, “Careful, it’s dark!”
This familiar ache reminds me daily,
to when I dreamt of life in the clouds.
The sight of so many colours so far away,
from this prison, I now gaze.
As I watch oceans and jungles pass,
the only green I see, is one fuelled by envy.
Here I observe and reminisce,
tortured with this beautiful eagle-eye view.
This is part III of ongoing series “Cloud Cities”.
Thank you Elisabeth Khan, Somsubhra Banerjee, Priyanka Srivastava, and Nachi Keta for the platform.
Thank you, readers, so much for your valuable time.
