The Journey Of A Cloud

Drinking water from the
pool of feelings
the cloud grew larger in the infinite blue sky.

The gentle winds brought
memories of past
and pushed it ashore across the vast land of time.

From by-gone days to
the indefinite future
the cloud loomed with a restless thunder.

Magnified with its journey
at last it alighted,
showing its back to the vibrant sun of the present.

Lost, in gazing the blue sky
was a tearful eye
seen in its stillness, were the reflections of the cloud.

grabbing the reflections,
the clueless gaze ended
squeezing the cloud into a drop of tear.

The droplet gathered on the chin
before it slipped on the ground
and the rain began....

The Goddess Of Poetry

The foot prints of her naked feet,
Ah! The delicateness in the shape,
Imprinted inspirations!
The frock, Milk white,
that balladed with the wind
its wet edges, pouring droplets of emotions.
Love, contained in the bosom
descended through the half shut eyes
and flew, into a lyrical stream.
As a reminiscence of the disconnect
from the spiritual something,
her navel flanked occasionally.
feelings, in her parts of feminity
Hidden, desperate to be awaken
with the urge to be described
in the newest form,
when the rain stops.
Holding the rainbow
as a shield to the rain,
the goddess of poetry
walked on the wet streets..

The Wild Adventure

The forest livens up
With cries of panic.
Birds resting on the trees,
explode into the skies, At once
and a mad rush follows.
To indicate his arrival.

Baboons take it high, atop the trees
As if to broadcast the message
Anxious deers search all corners
The mammoths stand where they are
While rabbits hurry into the burrows

A sudden moment of silence occurs
Even the brook hesitates to muse
A hundred eyes, a hundred hearts
Enquiring the same
“Who’s next?”

And He emerges from his shady hideout.
Dead leaves crackle to his masterful walk.
With a loud roar he graces his kingdom
Silence falls prey to the fearsome screems
And the curtains unfold....

In Love...Again!

The flame fluttered
as winds threatened to drown light
into the infinite ocean of darkness
when her beautiful palms stood guard
transcending hope to the dying oil lamp.

the night reveled nothing of her
but just her face, blessed by illumination.
her bright palms looked like
she had owned the sun
her glittering eyes reflected the galactic aura

The amber-light reflected her forms;
A daughter, in her obedience,
A loving wife, in her commitment,
Mother, when she cared
A perfect women, in her completeness.

her face painted anxiousness
and she dissolved into the night
some other light, wanted hope?
winds brought the music of her chiming bangles
And the moment sipped elixir!

A glimpse of her radiance
embossed in my heart
such that, every time I remember
the lamp, the light, the night
and the beauty
I fall in love...Again