My Aerial Comrades

Clusters of white angels shimmered in the golden light

Floating on the sea of atmospheric blue;

Some stood eye to eye like an iceberg on a silent ocean

Some just flew past like a gang of cheerful girls

Some stood stout while others withered away, being lean

Yet they magically followed me, gorgeous and lovely.

Amid the white beauties could I get a glimpse 

Of the astounding earth that housed many like me;

Long roads with ant-like vehicles could I see,

Also, thin streams that passed by towns and cities.

Sometimes a thin whiff of smoky cloud

engulfed the other white angels,

Clouding them one minute, only to let them go in the next - a game of Hide and Seek!

They say when in sorrow look up to heaven

And right now as I fly, as if inching towards that sought-after abode,

I find not heaven as such, but

Watching the mystic beauty of the sky and the pristine clouds together

My heart seeks nothing and claims it heaven.

Akin to the huge clusters of clouds outside

My turmoils and joy mingled too into a cloud,

Dancing, prancing it went by

Leaving me amused, content and amazed;

With the inner tranquillity that just set in, I gazed

Out of the window of the flight, and my mind,

And enjoyed the magic that on the ground I rarely find!