A pregnant cloud
Walked past my sky
And gave birth
To a new tear
Meant it was alive
Then it opened its fist
To the gathering mist
And saw the world with its own eyes
Shreds lingered on my lip’s rim
The flakes of white
Like a beaming light
Made everything gleam in the dim
Walked into my house
And asked if it could adopt
The new-born tear
Then why do you nurse it
On your breast
Asked the cloud
Out aloud
Its mouth puckered in plea
My eyes now dry
Watched it cry
I am left looking for another pregnant cloud
In the sky
~FV
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Thought provoking poem...
But question is how do the clouds conceive?
The clouds conceive when there is thunder and lightening and they come together in the grey skies...
They also conceive in some imaginations...
This is a test to see if my comment registers, once it has, only then i will make more substantial comments - come to think of it, this is actually a comment in itself and substantial too.
bluegaze:
There is comment moderation on now, so it may not register immediately, unless the poor blogger is sitting up late.
Yes, of course it is a substantial comment...as in could the damn clouds not do something more substantial than going to some tear-soaked house of glass...
If you are the "poor blogger sitting up late" what does it make someone like me who is not a blogger and sitting up late?
There is nothing more substantial than the clouds finding a tear-soaked house of glass where it can see its own reflection.
Btw, for each comment there is a nonesensical word that one has to type, each time the comment box opens up there it is and different each time - it's like fal-e-Hafiz.
Bluegaze:
It makes us both muflis...
Yes, the clouds do see their own reflection. Unfortunately, a house of glass can never compare with a sky.
I shall remove that word identification thingie; even I need to use it when I post without signing in...these are done by blogspot to make sure those writing in love the blogger sufficiently:-)
Dear EffVee,
Do you really want your share of love to be monitored by something called "blogspot" ? And what is sufficient love anyway?
A house of glass can never compare with the sky but each has its own place - one is farsh the other arsh, aik yehan doosra wahan.
Not monitored by blogspot, just ensured by it. Sufficient love is that which teases and then satiates and then leaves hungry.
Kabhi aasman zameen par aa jaaye to baat ban jaaye...
Aap kaun hai???
iss say kiya farq padta hai kay may kaun hoon - yeh hi sawal aksar hum apnay aap say bhi poochtay hain.
so you like love in bite sizes?
aasmaan zameen par aksar ata hai - you just have to do a headstand and feel the rush.
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