I wish of cloudless ties
So that everything which is seen
Can be believed...
Like the parched deep brown color
of the dying leaf
Like the golden grass last playful wisp
in the dying air
Like the hollow roar
of a toothless lion
Like the dying beauty
of a moonless night
Like the changing hollow season
One filling into the other without a rattle...
Oh...I wish so much for cloudless ties
So that naked truth hidden in the eyes
Flows smooth and sweet
And smells like....
Baked earth
The crispy whiff of the first summer rain
The first shiver of the darkening skies
The golden glow of the silent nights...standing tall
The shimmering dawn on the splattered dew drops
that vaporize as the day goes up
and leave behind the naked moist reality...
Oh... These humid cloudy ties
Precipitate the wavy pattern
of the frowning lines...
For if life would have been fairer
Like a chiseled two way mirror
The moist patterns could be wiped clean
And images made more clearer, sharper....
Holding in them fresh, sweet sounds
of a NEW BEGINNING...
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Anticipation
PoetryThese poems are my thoughts of expectations from others; be it your family or the love of your life..... These are my feelings.. people may not relate to it....but those who relate and appreciate please follow my work and be a part of my thought pro...
