Clouds were on a Battle Cry

This is not just the storm in sky,
This is how a rain passed through my eye,
I do not know why,
Even the clouds was on a battle cry!! 

Beginnings

This writing at my idle hands,
As farmers bid goodbye to their lands,
So void and humid,
Some where deep down,
A thrust is rooted,
Morning to evening,
I have tried many beginnings!!

In these Caves