Life is exhibition of instincts. Instincts dance rainbowingly, so does life- in different shades with varying glows and flows. Life is the journey of a cloud, from beneath the deep sea  up above the high , sky along the mountains and te meadows, so light yet so heavy, drifting loitering around playing with breezes, gales and fair winds, milky white, silky light - this is cloud turning dark, sometimes feathery  others brown- a cloud is like life- uncertain birth, shape, size, abode, aim- whom to care, whom to fear  who is so dear- It is a cloud,  a portrait of life.