Other Side Of The Clouds Poem by Indira Renganathan

Through the window of the aircraft
I see an ocean of clouds
They shape in groups-
Some are lion headed brutally brave
Some are winged birds tiny and timid
Some alike crocodiles on cheating float
Some and some alike aliens from welkins
Some seem to be the souls supine awaiting next birth
Some and some still struggling to shape up
Some of the puffy whites in dispersing hurry
While in between filmy space telecasting earth
Whence cinematic romance is being shot
Surrounded by dry ice scenario
I get back to the ocean of clouds- alas!
All shapes dimming down in the falling sunlight