The Sun-Hugged Clouds

☁️⛅The Sun-Hugged Clouds
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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.
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Smiling  with the radiance of Almighty.
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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.

Yes I glance a glimpse of Heaven
In these every day magic show of Nature.
I  assume the unseen face of God
Hiding in those brilliance of beams
In the other side
Of these sun hugged clouds.
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©Glorry Shubhashree
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Photo – My own

If Tears Had Some Language

“If tears had some language
And silence had a voice
They would narrate the best of stories
And the most ethereal poetry.”

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©Glorry Shubhashree 🍁

Two Wandering Warrior Souls

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.

©Glorry Shubhashree

Is It A Dream ?

♥️Is It A Dream ? ♥️
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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 ?
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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 !
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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 .
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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 !

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©Glorry Shubhashree

Mist Of Rain And Fog

Mist of Rain and Fog —

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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.

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.©Glorry Shubhashree 🍁

Eternal Pain

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.
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©Glorry Shubhashree

Your Hidden Face

Show me your hidden face
Oh soothing voice of the shadow
Who sounds like a humming bird
Pleasant like a murmuring fountain
Don’t hide it from me anymore
Behind those shady curtains .

This crazy game of hide and seek
Enough you did play
Now heed on to what I say
Unveil your veil for once in a blue moon
Let the rays of light rain on you from heaven.

Let me see your distinct radiating figure
Dancing in the hollow of that halcyon night
Let those deep stark eyes, full of fire
Send my enchanted heart aflutter .

– ©Glorry Shubhashree

I Am A Pedestrian

I look behind my life
To the footsteps of mine
On the edgy thorny roads
Bloodstains of my wounds .
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I look at that long narrow road
Covered with terrors ,traumas
At every few steps waiting for me
And my spine chills with fright .
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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 .
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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 .
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I am looking now at the road ahead
Ornated with white clouds and bright sun
Leading me into a new path with a joyful welcome
I am still a pedestrian ,just walking along . .
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– ©Glorry Shubhashree
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