Flying Clouds Poem by lalitha iyer

As I lie upon my couch
I could watch the flying pouches
silky breasts milky rich
like fantasy they glide beyond reach.

As they swam across in haste
I feel as if my globe is being chased
wind carrying them far off
as if time is flying into ages dug.

It is a beauty to watch them pass by
as if they are participants of some race
galaxies run with laughing clouds
galloping in horses with delicate moulds.

They are my youth and dreams and passions
before I could figure out, they have passed away
lingering heart could not make out them properly
but they have vanished into uncertainty land
I turn my time machine and peep into my past upturned.

Life flows away as we try to understand the truths
as we attempt to balance inner and outer worlds
and weigh each and every being with meaning
before we could decide, we are forced to commitments unseeing.