*Cloud Nine*

I wake up one morning
And find myself a different persona.
Ready to take head on
Any tiffs or cliffs and rifts
Come what may.

O my ! What a sudden twist
Absolute metamorphosis !
The inner force erupted to the fore
I find a transformed me.

I am free from the shackles
of self- imposed sensibilities
Of downright perfection
Of being right all the time
Of being spic and span.

I am ecstatic
Feel so free spirited
Want to soar high in the sky
Fluttering my unclipped wings
Wings of fancy !

I find myself amidst the clouds
The snowy white curly clouds
Juggle amidst
the cumulus clouds and the cirrus clouds
Swerving to cloud nine.