Sobbing of the endless sky,
On hazy grey avenues,
As the clouds of Aashaada(rainy month) ,
Stand gloomy without any down pour as your love.
With the chirping birds nesting in your solitude,
I too shed feathers of love sometimes,
Breaking the silence of your tranquillity.
Perchance, I am that incomplete poem,
Have been writing since many decades,
In the drizzles poured &pattered the bygone years….
Or the portraits drawn by the wet clouds of hazy sky,
On the wavy water lines, on my half-closed windows….
The rainy clouds & downpours visited again and again
in the minds of mankind since time immemorial,
For years strolled past, spanning over the seasons.
With no beginning or ending in the time scale ever,
With no disparities of time and space.
Behold, the ethereal clouds
Standing on my boundless sky,
With no downpour yet.
My holy, fiery blazing clouds of sky,
And my wondrous eyes
Amazed at them forever!
Let me stand at this lonesome corner of sky for a while,
Listening the rhythm of drizzle,
Merging my soul into the abyss of oblivion.
Sinking into the dreams of forest green moonlights,
Somewhere fireflies glittered
Knowing their lights are ephemeral
Unlike the milky moonlight.
Yet, glowing and gleaming since time immemorial
Enchanting the world,
Delighting the souls.
Fireflies of forest greens
imparts the dismayed souls
the great lesson of living the moment
Enlightening the world till the breath bid adieu
shedding the feathers of love forever!
Copyright Dr. Sanjana p . Souparnika
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