Sky is cloudy especially at the horizon
As if clouds are fighting whose going to cover the sun.
Yet I can steal some peeps at him.
It is all like looking at a mirror
In sky and I'm standing on great
Golden deltas, just they are white.
I feel the reflection it casts in
My eyes, a more happier myself
I see on the other side.
Those white great peaks of clouds
Glimmering with radiance cast upon
By the last of the sun.
All lined up like hills with a transparent
Terrain and I'm beneath those mighty
Lords of the sky.
Scattered like pebbles along the lake
To look at their lustre under bonfires'
Light at the time of the wake.
I imagine them to be soft enough like
Fluffed cotton, and if black they are
They must be sparking and sterile hard.
You can see up on the cliff, just call
Skywalker.
~ AshishK
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The Long Road To Home
PoetryA collection of 50 poems composed by me, aka Ashish Khare. These are the ones I wrote during lockdown. Here, I talk about feelings like loneliness, incomplete love and even patriotism. Give these a read!
