This is something I wrote a few years back while travelling through the Delhi winter fog.
It’s like evaporated snow
Or white cotton candy
You are walking through
A never ending curtain
Glimpses of colour
Through white bridal veil
A pair of red eyes
Winks at me
And takes me
To the unknown place
I go everyday
Rain without drops
Stage without props
An empty portrait
Or cold smoke
Cataract in your eyes?!
Maybe your glasses are hazy
My childhood dream of
Touching the clouds
Has come true…