The Transporter Twins

The Transporter Twins


Photo Courtesy: Fedeanimation

Floating along
The open sky
The cloud looks
At its twin
Wishing a cloudy morning
Good, Rides the cycle
Which sounds
Like tin

Born as Kin
Transporting things
One, the Elixir
The other, an Enigma.

Clouds go
Along wind driven paths
Cycles row
On man drawn lines

Smoke provides resort to
River abandoned drops
While the ringing bell
Carry money-dry droops

Fluffy and lean
The sponges fly undisturbed
Smooth and silky
The cycle manoeuvres unhindered

Cirrus stratus
Nimbus and Cumulus
Comes the clouds With
Howard given Names

Mountains Cities
For ladies and Babies
Cycles match the smoke
With diversified names

Behold the thunder
Which wakes you from slumber
When warring white balloons
Flex their muscles

Few mild sounds
Could make your spine shiver
As ringing bells do
In a dead night

They are twins
They live in different realms
One graces the sky while one
Walks the earth


Photo Courtesy: Diego Di Salvo


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