☁️⛅The Sun-Hugged Clouds . . Do you ever wonder my dear How does Heaven look and feel like! I witness a piece of Heaven When the firmament I gaze upon And behold the miracle often.
The silky milky floral clouds Floating in the open azure sky With a pageant of esthetic plethora Shining bright, so white Like wedding gown of a bride. . Smiling with the radiance of Almighty. . When they cradle the Sun, ever blazing And its sea of rays, ever beaming Scatter, scan and flash through them Play, move and dance with them Like a waltz of celestial beings.
So many books we have read So many seasons we have seen So many stories we know So many tales we have heard So many places we have visited So many people we have met But never found a story like us Never found a love like ours Never knew a person like you exist Never hoped to be ever loved like this It was pure magic ,it was pure miracle The meeting of us and falling in love.
Well ,enough history we studied Roamed many palaces and castles Let us now plunge into the kingdom of our souls Let’s discover their genesis and exodus And explore that real man and woman Beneath this robe of common human Who have fought thousand battles Bled, wounded, cried and starved Seen mound of deaths and loss Walked on thorns ,and broken glasses of dreams Yet survived unknown plagues and wars Founded chronicles of thrones And hoisted flags of victory .
Let our tears sing about our sorrow And our heart beats dance with joy Let us look into the depth of our eyes Which speak thousand words in silence Let us study those eloquent eyes And catch it’s every syllable Learn it’s every language Let’s survey and relish our silence For it is a dialect too.
Is it a dream or reality ? Its too hard to believe it’s real ! If it’s a dream I don’t want to wake up ! Is it really you walking by my side Is it really you watching me with these loveful eyes ? . . This crimson sunset is so dreamy And the more heavenly view before me is you Its your presence that enhancing the beauty around me These moments I am going to treasure In the lock of my soul And paint them in the canvass of the golden memories ! . . I want to watch this view every time with you I want to walk with you on the seashore And see these lovely birds flying over I want to see this world around us changing And beauty fleeting before our eyes Like rainbows and the shooting stars And see the magic shower of snows . . . Till our old days ,for our all days Till our last breaths, till our last days I want to see all this and live all this With your eyes and your heart next to me !
The downpour of sky in this silent dead, night Reverberates in the zephyr with melancholy.
A whiff of nostalgic aroma stuffs my breath Splash of raindrops stream down On the glass of window Leaving their stresses behind Screaming all night a silent cry.
Wintry chill along with this thunder peal Synergize my heart’s clangorous shrill I sit and wait here numb in a long night vigil Watching this deem ray of candle How it burns and smiles in silence Still it’s last flicker in death.
A mist of rain and fog covers the earth Making this dreadful night more eerie.
So dull and dark my world Just like this murky night .
Tears of solitude rains through my eyes I succumb to this pang of an endless waiting Until all this pain and tears evaporate To nothingness ,like a cloud free sky.
Just like this mist of rain and fog will When the sun will kiss the ground At the break of dawn.
The graceful water can not know The pang of a burning bonfire The birds in sky that voyage free Can not know , can not think The pain and songs of a standing tree.
The breathing body doesn’t know The silent tears of its ghoulish shadow The dust flies up and mixes with air But doesn’t know the countless whiplash The frictions ,and agitation of the ground From which it’s really took birth.
The rainforest of flaura and fauna With murmuring streams and lucid river The exuberant life throbbing in every corner Doesn’t know the curse and cry The destitution and parchedness Of a desolate, dry ,dying wasteland.
The horizon doesn’t know The distance of East from West Or the chasm between earth and heaven Neither the sundering of day and night The vast vaccum that fills them up. . .
I look behind my life
To the footsteps of mine
On the edgy thorny roads
Bloodstains of my wounds .
I look at that long narrow road
Covered with terrors ,traumas
At every few steps waiting for me
And my spine chills with fright .
I look behind this mysterious
Inexplicable life of mine
On this eerie, infernal road
I treaded alone in full exposure
A deadly battle of sound and fury .
How did I cross it I still think in awe
How did a small, delicate , feeble girl
Turned into a strong ,iron woman
Though not in physique but in soul
The most vulnerable ,brittle heart
Now calm , composed , unaffected
Soars on the feathers of resilience .