The Sky above me
Have you ever looked up in the sky and thought about who lives there in the clouds? Or maybe Why does the moon follow me? Or thought if you can touch the moon by using a ladder? I don’t know about you but I remember laying on the terrace of my house and thinking about all these things. Ain’t it funny how one day we were laying under the open sky, We were imagining a world outside of the one we are in. The next day we were preparing to find another world? The time flies, Like a kite, Passion intervenes, Love faints, We are left with ourselves. As a child, I used to lie sleepless on my terrace staring at the sky and pondering if there's life beyond those clouds. I always thought that humans like us lived on those clouds looking down at us. Maybe there would be a family sitting on the clouds; one of their kids would be looking down at me and telling his mother “ Mom look! That girl keeps staring at us .” Her mother would laugh it off. When I grew a bit older, I understoo...