Sisters of the Clouds

a fog is a fog is a fog

however, tis just the nature's veil

behind it plays the nasty tale

of the treachery, all the theft

creeping the scent of the buds

ripping the green of the leaves

damps the air that flows within

kills the larks with colder heaves

a rain is a rain is a rain

however, tis the nature's ribbon

to tie the gift of life all gone

of the sorrows, all the death

sweeping clean the meadows await

feeding streams with thoughts of kills

promises drown floods rush thoughtless

all that meanders is its triumphant spills

Quarrel

feud alike cicada and sparrow

over who owns the 'chirp'...

anger scuffles affection

over who'll lead the 'stirp'...

Tranquil Conflicts

when -- the blush responded

blood -- being the color of red

they -- misspelt the charm unnoticed

and -- mistook him dearly for dead.

then -- fondness killed itself

water -- being the color called none

we -- were gifted with liberty righteous

or -- let loose all senses to the run?

when -- the frown roostered

fire -- being the color of gold

they -- undressed the armour unaware

and -- altered the prophecy untold.

then -- shy crept the cowardice untrue

ice -- being the color of her lust

we -- hailed the agony of doubt shameless

or -- greeted the defeats unjust?

Always...

wished to feel the way

it feels, to ride a swan -- amidst the blue

wielded to relish the way

it reels, to be held in its beak ague...

wished to swim the way

it beats, the speeding sharks -- galore

wielded to dive the way

it pleats, the waves to be left ashore...

wished to leap the way

it feels, a colt -- prance over the fence

wielded to bound the way

it steals, a beggar off his only pence...

wished to play the way

it vinces, symphonies -- in a single tune

wielded to sound the way

it winces, all the known rhythms immune...

wished to curse the way

it feels, a nightingale -- forget the Spring

wielded to mutter the way

it kneels, oneself devoid a cord its string...

wished to love the way

it dreams, a moon -- sneak into the woods

wielded to lie the way

it glims, a candle spell cries in the moods...

wished to kiss the way

it feels, the sun -- take a plunge in the sea

wielded to breathe the way

it creels, a trout from a brook it wished to be...

Something, that a young boy of 14 years wrote for a school project... for a contest pertaining to "FIGHT GLOBAL WARMING" ...

"smoke doesn't rise up in clouds these days

clouds get their shape with smoke

all they did and will do

is talks those nothing evoke

water doesn't give birth to rain these days

rain tastes its supper from acid

all they did and will do

is think over and stay placid

air doesn't make the leaves sway these days

leaves fly only in falls' wither

all they did and will do

is cut and plant neither

all they did and will do

is pray to the Ra, for what it has been

be it with lives of own and all

they'll only glisten the fireball's sheen"

Found this piece amidst one of those torn, stale, forgotten notebooks... And, actually I did not find this funny (which I usually feel looking at my childhood scribblings lately)... In stead, felt a little proud, I must admit... :)

Clouds

it pours on their feathers,

as it rolls from the leaves...

it spells drenched weathers,

as it kisses the thunder deaves...

longings sigh prolonged,

as it denies the promises' needs...

pourings die subdued,

as it caresses the eyelids...

Fall

a push, all it needs

to take the plunge

against a tide...

just a touch, what she took

to pamper all my pride...

Longings !

It's been long we parted

Long they've had greeted me

Smiles, joy and bliss...

It isn't d craving which talks about

You're just another thing

The senses say 'ey lately miss...

It's been long we parted

Long the crimson organ's been

Turned to nothing but speiss...

It's not just death's beloved

Lonesome rolls on, even a breather

Gets sifted thru'a gneiss...

Time changed us, itself waited still

Black is the hue the desires prefer

Partings being rife...

With the due adieu you sent my way

The war and care, tears all kinds

Wrapped up all 'eir strife...

We changed us, time was on its own

Only timeliness of saying it flipped

Sentiments being the blunt knife...

Denials drown as the organ pounds

Shamelessness hurt I want it aloud

They call it kiss, and I, a life...