Surprisingly the bird sang a song which he had never heard. He, a soft cloud floats across the skies, looking down into the sparkling eyes of a myriad live which often stare at the blissful oblivion that awaited them. He soars with the wind who promised to take him to places he had never seen. He speaks to the songbirds which promised to find him a solace. He soars with his own melody in his head. But it catches him unaware and like yellowed pages from an old book, he falls.
He falls into the hands of a waiting girl.
Her eyes marvel at him and she asks, “Who are you?”
He replied-“I am nothing but a mirror of your thoughts. The thousands of thoughts that you hide from the world! I am what you want me to be.”
And she said, “Be my friend! A friend who will never leave me!”
And with those sweet words, she broke the cloud’s heart and also put a smile on his face.
The cloud walked with her. The walk through the unknown paths, through Misty forests, of the Ancient mountains, beneath the fabled trees and also the Springs weather cloud head cried. Yet he does not take his hand, he reaches out but she faded at his touch.
She turns to him and with a lonely drop of tear rolling down my cheeks comma she asks again- “Who are you?”
” I am nothing but you words again I am whatever you think me to be. If you think I am the bluebird soaring across the sky – I am the bird. If you think I am the horns of the devil, I am his horns. If you think that I am your saviour, then your saviour I shall be.”
“But….but you are just a soaring cloud!”, she says. She runs with her back towards him. She turns away from the starry sky from where her friend had descended and cries out-“You are merely a cloud floating across the sky! Who waves to the sun, who sings with the birds, who never comes down to me!”
And as she uttered these words, the cloud rose higher and higher. And as he prepared to vanish in the unknown expanse of the skies, he leFt behind the dew drops sparkling in the moonshine. And in his dreams…in his great dreams…he asked her….
“Who are you?”
“I am the sky which always looks at you, thinking whether one day, you will look at me too.”
“I will.”, he whispers.
“You won’t!” She screamed, “you won’t because you kept on trying to be my most beautiful thoughts. You always wanted to be what I wanted you to be and nothing more!”
“No,” he whispers “I never was what you wanted me to be. I was a cloud without rain, a mouth without words, a heart without a soul”
“Am I that cruel?” She asks.
“You and your beautiful heart have conspired and stolen myself away from me. And believe me young traveller, you knocked the right door but the owners were not home”
He wakes up. He wakes up under the veil of mystery in the star studded blue.
The blue in which he learnt to love and learnt to live.
As he looks up at the beautiful bliss of darkness, he waits for a summon.
“I know who you are! You are a cloud who came down for me!”
“Yes, a cloud whom I never knew.”