#from a plane window

last week while flying Air deccan
i didn't sleep , i watched clouds instead

and wondered if they were souls of the dead
or that part of us that's light enough to rise really high

no its not easy for the whole of me to go that far
but in tinges, in spurts and small measures. yes

my sleeping infant soul, the part of me that prayed today
that day i could gve my gold bracelet away

the me when i fed a raving madman fish curry and rice
he , suddenly docile . like a lamb.

not the soul of yesterday night, in the pub
that will never float. would fall on its belly even if it tried.

clean thoughts will float iam sure
and love. selfless and true,all white. light.