The Lady In The Clouds.A Poem by Mehak MushtaqLooking up at at the sky, catching my eye the perfect scenarios. The architects in the clouds carving perfect faces. Time here must be passing slow. They too live the time of a life. Some dancing in the blue, some sleeping in the dark, some invisible, one with the sky, some looking for the reason 'why'. One such godly form, the lady in the clouds. Dancing with her colors fading making her bright. Fluttering her skirt, breaking through all the mirrors, she's her own reflection. She''s a hundred and she's one. She knows the art, she owns the sky, it's her earth. But her own existence overlaps her beauty, deforming her beautiful curves, making her malleable, transforming her into white mist. The smokey romance in the cloudy sky, is now her name. -July 14, 2013 4:40 p.m
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StatsAuthorMehak MushtaqSrinagar, Jammu and Kashmir, IndiaAboutAssalam-u-alaikum. Mehak, from Kashmir, India. I got introduced to Writer's cafe just two years, ago, I'm 18, now. Like colors, life is an illusion, too. Look inside of you, the devil you hide, the.. more..Writing
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