CLOUDS by Vidya Chetan

During these times of the pandemic—when we are all inside our homes—I've found myself looking through my windows at different shades and patches of clouds that were moving by fast, as though attempting to reveal something about the profound truths of life. As I gazed at the sky yesterday during sunset—after a long, strenuous day—I could see different shades of colors and became delightfully filled with a fresh energy of hope, peace and inspiration. Nature heals my wounds, and watching clouds, I’ve found, carries away my burdens, at least for a while.

Clouds

Gazing up at the blue sky

absorbed in the serenity of shadowy outlines

after a long, depressing day—

instantly, my mood is changed!

My soul’s longing for peace

stimulates my dormant mind

nourishing my soul, slowly.

Lost somewhere for a while:

Away from the harsh reality of life—

Clouds move in patches

representing my feelings,

in this incredible creation by my Creator!

In the assorted colors of the sky

reflecting varying modes of life—

I think I see a stunning image of God, flickering

amidst the clustered clouds.

No expression sufficient to appreciate

the Creator who miraculously created them,

whom I overlook, and fail to praise at times,

engrossed in my own egotistical world.

As my eyes behold divine scenery,

emotions overflow from my heart,

and tears flow down my face

as I think I see the Lord among the clouds!

For there are no boundaries to

the many magnificent ways he appears in my life

when I am feeling down.

The world is full of traumas,

precious compassion is rare,

all eyes appear gloomy and sad.

Yet Nature soothes my soul,

God nurtures me

with such mesmerizing colors in the sky today

that I wish to fade away among the clouds:

Pretty clouds which carry my soul to eternity.

Vidya Chetan: A blogger on social and environmental issues surrounding current events, Vidya is deeply inspired and motivated by Nature’s green beauty, which she finds both calming and energizing to her soul. As such, spirituality and Nature are closely linked for Vidya: a theme she often writes about with much passion. As a full time working professional in a corporate atmosphere, Vidya finds that the meditative practice of writing poems helps calm her mind, relieve tension and keep her sane. Her debut poetry book, Song of Soul was published in 2012. An ardent fan of Wordsworth and Gibran, Vidya finds solace in their works, which relieve her of her tensions and worries.

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