The rain of hopes awaited, as
he stood in the open grasslands
with his sharp glaze elevated
looking upto the clouds, staring
into the wilderness that did sprout.
Imagining of various scenarios
made it all look sophisticated,
but was he really dreaming for the clouds,
or the stars that hid behind them?
was he really engrossed in those blurry images,
or were those just his thoughts impersonating them?
And of course anyone would be lost in such paradise,
that wonderful canvas of the sky.
A different world so vast and high,
clouds so white, like puff and cream,
stars twinkling like an imaginary dream.
Cumulus, stratus, cirrus too,
each with a differing view,
making him recall all those memories,
making them all come true.
It all felt like an art,
stirring a feeling in his heart.
A sense of wonder, awe and grace,
the cushions of zest tighten and embrace.
His heart, his mind, his thoughts aligned,
returning to his senses, the timeline twined.
It had been long he got lost in this thought
finally ending a painful drought.
Had he been alive, so he would've seen,
the colourless sky and grasslands green.
His hefty farsightedness reached a point,
he himself made his fate unkind.
He never expressed the pain of separation
till he left the worldly emotions and earth
and finally reached his destination,
the heaven.
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THE PREMISE OF LOVE
PoetryMy Poetry, the art form of the soul, is an exquisite tapestry of language that weaves together emotions, thoughts, and experiences with skillful craftsmanship. It is a captivating expression of the human spirit, transcending time and culture, to tou...
