The Cloud's Flight

‘Pittar-pattar’ the rain drops fall,
From the clouds, its journey small,
towards the earth, smelling fresh.
It falls on the moor beyond that lifeless stream
where darker shadows loom in moonlight beams.

The drops form the pond,
Smaller, bigger; growing in bond
Falling in pit with each other,
Unity’s armour they donned.
Dark clouds gather above, they grow in size,
After joining one another, in lows and highs.

The earth was still before,
A crater in place,
Laying in the summer heat,
Barren, a hopeless space.
The clouds roamed above,
Proud and dark,
When nature taught it, a lesson stark.
Hidden inside is perspiration so wet,
It can wash away the troubles
of that forlorn pit and bless.
The cloud gurgles, it booms above,
The rain falls down, towards the ground,
So fast they fall, as if in love.
They bind together and form that stream,
That quenches the thirst, Of everyone in need.
And that pond too, which is formed,
Gave life to the earth, after that storm.

The clouds may grumble,
But none pay heed,
For it is also smiling and bright,
Not desolate or dark indeed.

It soars now quickly, boundless in the sky,
Watching the earth below Flourish,
a small heaven on the nigh’.
Heading towards another it gathers inside the life,
Some other place so desolate, so full of strife.
To end that pain it travels to another land,
Regardless of the boundaries created by man.

Homeward

The sky opened up, the clouds parted,


the first drops of drizzle it departed.


The leaves stood still, the lake calm, in mourn


had it still if it knew about,


the cloud’s tears, the upcoming storm.


The trees sigh in relief,


‘pittar-patter’ it speaks, its language so sweet.


Stems so joyous, the otherwise dusty leaves,


the saddening flora, so green!


The birds chirping, on that old oak,


the flowers blooming, so peaceful, serene.


It stops!


Wafting in the air, sweetness drifts,


so sweet, it enchants and entangles,


healing all wounds indeed.


In this blessed realm,


I thought of her, suddenly,


The old woman, that kindest soul, agree


Who smiles and showers,


her sweet kisses on me.


The rays of sunshine parts aside,


the greyer clouds where that loudest thunder resides.


I came out of that canopy, from under


Vigilant that tree, which stood tall,


sheltered, protected and hugged me.


I ran quickly, and it was no stride,


To my home where, that wisest angel,


my mother, waited for me, aside.


I care not, wish not,


afar, any other dreamland or a shrine,


for there is someone who, through time,


cared for me, cherished,


and loved me her entire lifetime.