Nowadays the weather here is doing magic on the sky along with all the nature accompanying it.
Somewhere throngs of smoke
And somewhere stippled tides of sea
Somewhere see the flosses of cotton & some where scenes of bay
Even, odd, parallel, scrambled
Spread on the face of sky
These clouds nowadays
Are playing some awesome shows
Sprinkling on my senses, some unseen seeds of serenity
Elevating your prestige my God!
No body knows where they go.
Just when the sun sinks in the eve
Behind the curved flossy pieces of clouds—its rays,
Leave a peach-some hue,
that contrasts
When with dappled eucalyptus youth,
Maddens me of its wondering view
A huge palette of shades
Seem as if spilt
Somewhere grey seen spilt--in variant sorts of blotches
Somewhere white like irregular wedges of glaciers
That seems melting
With the subtle honey-peach rays of dying sun
It seems as if the sun dies
Giving beauty and life to the tired victim sky
Crows, sparrows and hedgehog all
Chirping, flying back before dark
And it feels as if the whole surrounding
Is wearing the sheet of silence--& is ready,
To listen and watch,
The glittery ostentation of night
That has the same stage
But different staging
And different shows to play.
Lets then sit or lay and watch
The illuminated performances
Until these, eyes seek the sluggish sight of sleep.
Poetry by Amna Ehsan
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Written on 2008-08-13 at 06:57
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An Awesome Evening
Somewhere blue & somewhere ashySomewhere throngs of smoke
And somewhere stippled tides of sea
Somewhere see the flosses of cotton & some where scenes of bay
Even, odd, parallel, scrambled
Spread on the face of sky
These clouds nowadays
Are playing some awesome shows
Sprinkling on my senses, some unseen seeds of serenity
Elevating your prestige my God!
No body knows where they go.
Just when the sun sinks in the eve
Behind the curved flossy pieces of clouds—its rays,
Leave a peach-some hue,
that contrasts
When with dappled eucalyptus youth,
Maddens me of its wondering view
A huge palette of shades
Seem as if spilt
Somewhere grey seen spilt--in variant sorts of blotches
Somewhere white like irregular wedges of glaciers
That seems melting
With the subtle honey-peach rays of dying sun
It seems as if the sun dies
Giving beauty and life to the tired victim sky
Crows, sparrows and hedgehog all
Chirping, flying back before dark
And it feels as if the whole surrounding
Is wearing the sheet of silence--& is ready,
To listen and watch,
The glittery ostentation of night
That has the same stage
But different staging
And different shows to play.
Lets then sit or lay and watch
The illuminated performances
Until these, eyes seek the sluggish sight of sleep.
Poetry by Amna Ehsan
Read 993 times
Written on 2008-08-13 at 06:57
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