A cloud,

Not black, not full of charity

To river or to barren farm;

Fuzzy and frayed,

No shapes to engage man or child;

Not coloured crimson by romantic sun

Going down in blaze of glory.

Just lolling, lazy in an empty sky,

Formless, purposeless, eternal,

As my love for you. 


I have always been a great believer. I've flitted from one belief to another, from religion to atheism and from one philosophy to another, until I finally settled on J. Krishnamurti whose philosophy is that there is no philosophy. So now I firmly believe that there is nothing to believe. Now such a belief would, I believe, have been considered dangerous to society if the authorities had believed me to be of any consequence. No man of consequence they believe would waste his time on the pursuit of blogging!

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3 comments on “Cloud
  1. Formless, purposeless, eternal love – has to be the best kind.
    Loved it!

  2. Soumya K A says:

    Beautiful words Sir…transporting one to another place…wish you wrote more often…

  3. Soumya K A says:

    Beautiful words doc,transporting one to another world…with you would write often here too…

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