Story by- Ommkar PriyadarshiAge- 19
There's an unattended rain cloud sweeping through the horizon, a hastily made slipshod. Misplaced maybe, unattended, even by the wind. Woven into nothing, direction and dreams... Nothing.
No future no past, and present... Insignificant. There's a streak of rosy hue towards its edges you won't be able to see, cause all that'll shine in it are the several shades of darkness, lethargically evolving shades of black.
The rosy streak will eventually get lost as the night approaches, and all that is living in it will die.
It won't matter though.
Nevertheless, it will float, creep over debarred dreams and dismantled forts, take up shapes for empty minds and have all eyes. It'll ride the current while you search for yours, The wind which you might never find.
And at times it would cry, to which the minions beneath would smile. And when it's ghostly apparel finally fades away, it's absence would be as insignificant as it's presence, and the only soul weeping over its a loss will be of its own.
And mine.....
Mine as well.
Because there is one bird less in the sky tonight.
And there is one more pestering thought to think about which people racked by time would find insignificant.