THE WIND, THE SKY, THE RAIN & THE NATURE’S URGE

The darkness is converging

And the similes are deviating

The horizon is shrinking

And the meanings are agreeing

The wind is in a rush to get intimate

The rain is willing to reciprocate

The communion is to be passionate

Pushed by the nature’s urge to create

The journey in these hours

From vagueness to dark showers

Rewriting the spell that it honours

To retell the tale as it flowers

The sky looks all so clean

Swept by the darkness and its sheen

The similes are singing, look so keen

Spread over the horizon now so green

 

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/

BEYOND THE LIMITS, BUT TIED TO ITS OWN ATTACHMENTS

Sky, open, infinite and detached,

And restricted by its own attachments,

Pulls towards itself naturally,

With its contradictions,

Sometime, with scatter of colours,

Dispersed to the horizon I see,

Sometime, with paused dark clouds,

Fleeing or overstaying their course,

Sometime,
The melody of falling drops passes by,
Giving a piece of music to the soul,

Sometime,
Reminds me of some forgotten pain,

In the moments,
When thinking starts talking to itself,

About the days gone by,

And the life now,

Sky’s openness and stillness,

Seems is like this life only,

Beyond the limits,

But tied to its own attachments..

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/