High and afar, a paradise of love Friendly thinking clouds found their ground So pure, so great, a place so profound
Majestic and Infinite, an imperial palace Imprisoned clouds unveil their noiseless dreams Soaking spectral mass with their unseen realms
Bright and dazzling, a heart shaped orb With morning dawn, scorching prompts, Breaks night long spell, setting thoughtful clouds on fire Enkindling the unconquered embers of desire
Breathing and blooming, a new born star Conquering his space betwixt his lines Painting words in coverlets of blue, Unfurling his enraptured soul Seeking relief in soul shaped nest For a place of tranquility and rest
Mysterious and resolute, an inspecting cloud Whose coming is welcomed with besotted eyes Tracing the glories with repost in the skies A naming prodigy in the upper sky A feeling so divine, sublime.
All the sombre cries, Coalesce on the gentle earth, The subtle land weeps with myraid tears, Those drops, Finely stringed, Carefully picked, Sublime and fine. The old crouch lady, Bearing the ancient cane basket, She intwines the thread, Twirling in her bygone spinning wheel, Her long, artistic ,wrinkled fingers, Rhythmatically move, Braiding the minute threads with utmost perfection, As she weaves, A little glint of pink, purple, Crimson, grey , indigo, And lots of whites and silvers, Her hands gyrating tirelessly, As she creates huge cotton balls, A satiny bed for the birds to rest, And sing lullaby, as the tired twilight grins, And candy floss for the naughty kid, A delicate veil for the shy heaven, A huge gateway for the protruding sunbeams, Fleecy clothes for the naked sky, As the looms create huge cotton balls, Dangling on the ends of the azure sky, Soaking the sweat and tears, Hefty clouds, Bathe the earth in glee and joys.
How is the sky too dark, Even when the sun, is trying to protect him under the clouds of lies? I wonder, between all this nature's ups and downs, I'm still waiting for tomorrow to arrive where he will hold the umbrella in the right hand and we will walk in between the fragrance of petrichor, labeling it as " Few strangers we met can be called as home."
He says when it's dark hold my hands with a feeling, I'm new blood of your deep ocean, I grin with a diamond of a thousand cloud bursting happiness but somewhere between all this, I'm living under the shelter which knows he can build promises, smiles, a fiction of cliche yet perfect life, but he can't hold my hand till the end cause he doesn't see my eyes as love but I see myself with dreams & ascendent before him. It is said when someone loves you, don't let your particles of harsh thoughts reach them, let them see the world with all sides of your beauty. But when I see my wishing star falling, He is no more the part of that cold night, But fits exactly under the sunset at the horizon.
I know, he knows, 'We' both are the deep secrets, That our tongue will never speak, Even if the end gulps 'us'. A bit by bit, Reality seems tough, right? Where legally, I will be replaced by another ' SHE', and some other 'he' will possess my body, Which is already someone's soul, When I see both of us after ages under the clouds of rituals, We are 7 round miles apart, but with a lovable sonnet hanging in our heart, Where we are different by the outer face saying it marriage by humans but deep down lying under the letters of unsaid love.
//Nor I survived, neither you did, but all in between our poetry survived with facts of rituals//
The forlorn clouds are speaking to me in ancient codes and foreign languages I couldn't decipher no matter how I try, but I guess they want to tell me that it's okay not to be okay when life fails to put subtitles and analyze what on earth is going on in my mind, within the tangled mess that I am.
Sometimes, lightning strikes more than twice in corners where bored cobwebs droop from the ceiling of my thoughts, igniting sparks of hope somewhere over the horizon where happiness sits like a boss watching a movie premiere from the front row seats with Charlie Chaplin, as the story of my life unfolds in haunting black and white.
We noticed how a snowflake of ours landed upon a tear streaming down your cheek one night. It was then we worried if maybe we made it too cold for your already weakened heart to bear. But we didn’t want to leave just yet. Why? We weren’t sure. We’ve never gravitated towards a single land floater like that before, but, for whatever fate’s reason, whether to freeze your tears, numb the pain, or other, we stayed and let it snow 'til sunrise. ~ Sending more snow kisses soon in case you need them.
Sincerely, Snow Clouds
Dear Snow Clouds,
The other night, I kneeled outside and looked to the seemingly dark and empty sky. I saw no difference between it and the heart thumping inside my chest.
Everything was numb except my nose, burning red from the freezing temperatures, yet I know I felt it. It was barely a whisper that touched my cheek- cold but comforting, a snowflake. It melted too fast for me to believe there was more than just a cloudless sky above. Yet, at that moment, when my hope started to fade, another fell, then another, and another. All around me snowflakes swayed, twirling about in all their bright, white grace.
I couldn’t thank you all enough for showing me what could be hidden within a supposed void when I was just about to drown in mine to end it all.
With all the gratitude a human can give, A stranger on the ground
Beautiful clouds floating in the sky Like glaciers in the ocean. Watching them was such fun. Untill I start suffering in pains and expected them to bring down rains. My heart got barren sans any emotions I was sad and under much grief. I thought the rains may give some relief. When you are down everyone seems to leave But its ok to be alone for a while I believe. I did not had hopes from humans but I expected from the skies. A little bit of rain could have been suffice. I waited so much that my eyes got strained But those clouds never rained.