A Walk into the clouds

I went to place where the birds stay,

With a tiny flock of people one day.

I climb & I stand,

On the giant reservoir that the nature withstand.

A huge mountain and the valley down green,

Calms my agony & holds the scene.

A thrush of emotions and excitement,

Passing through my veins.

I look up and then down,

Counting the distance I mount.

The winds blow against my face,

And the thunder strikes on my chest.

When every drop of the rain,

Trying hard for my faith to restrain.

Then comes down the strong breeze,

Making my nerves freeze.

But, a single wave fires inside me again,

For not giving up and to sustain.

With every calamity I beat,

Drives my anxiety,

To see the world under my feet.

Surrounded with the clouds here I stand now,

On the top with a cry of Joy.

 The summit lies inside the blues.

And I became a thousand feet tall,

Walking into the clouds,

I respire the smell of divinity.

Sat for a long time into the mist.

Discovering the silent entity,

of the lonely planet inside me.

A voice echoed then,

And found here,

Only the Mountain and I.

-AKANSHA NAHAR