Sunday, September 07, 2008

10.From The Aeroplane

Things start changing gradually
Although eyes remain the same
Houses on the ground look tiny
Men and animals like dots
Vehicles like matchboxes
Streets like lighted ribbons.

Clouds float on the sides
Above and beneath
So lovely, so harmless
Dancing like cotton balls.

Snow-covered mountains appear close
Their peaks shining bright
The sky seems so near
One can jump and touch it.

From the dizzy heights
It is so easy to forget
That soon the descent will begin
Soon things will be the same again.

1 comment:

Aviral said...

I think you write better poems when you are away from home! Well written!