This moment and nothing.
This moment,
the ripples in billowed clouds,
this moment the surge to puncture,to tear the tears
and fly off-
to the winged cloud,
the tailed cloud,
the untamed cloud,
the dispersing cloud,
the undying-undulating cloud,
the spiralling cloud,
the mischievous and mercurious loud,
the uninhibited,unshy,the naked,the mutinous cloud.
Sarab Sri Kaur was brought up in Chandigarh, educated in the UK and today runs Training Cafe, a small venture where she nurtures creative learning using original and individual techniques.