Up in the clouds
Wooden flooring, lush green below, sitting on a yellow swing, perched on the 24th floor, Almost touching the skies, in sync with my core. The green may seem unreal to you, But it's carefully put together by us two. Every color, niche and decor you see, Is a touch of our reflection with elegance and simplicity. Family meals, the playful furbaby, the chatting teenagers in code, Celebrations around the fire place or working in that private abode. The evening coffee together or prayer time rituals has to be there, The weekly Thursday special meal is an experimental affair! It's not an everyday feeling that one would know, A cherished contentment of something hard to show. Every corner of this house has something of me, Every detail has a thought that I envisioned to see. Battled with the experts on their rigid plan, How will they define, what is meant for my clan. Today as I walk through every room, here I see, Some beauty with many sli...