This is something I wrote a few years back while travelling through the Delhi winter fog.

It’s like evaporated snow
Or white cotton candy

You are walking through
A never ending curtain

Glimpses of colour
Through white bridal veil

A pair of red eyes
Winks at me
And takes me
To the unknown place
I go everyday

Rain without drops
Stage without props
An empty portrait
Or cold smoke

Cataract in your eyes?!
Maybe your glasses are hazy

My childhood dream of
Touching the clouds
Has come true…