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..