Glimpse of Heaven

The angular metal sheet, mars my view.
Not my delight.
As I gaze, in a daze,
The vision, the awesome sight.

‘Heaven above’ conjured up eons ago;
This is it; this truly is.
If so,
Where are the Gods?
The St.Peter’s Gate, or
Our own Tridevs?

White, soft, fluffy, clumps…
When touched though, retorts
with quite a few bumps!

Some seated, all sedate,
As if, for posterity.
While, the wispy ones,
Seemed all in a hurry.

Some not as curvaceous,
As streaks, or waves,
Lapping the shores,
But in silent ways.

And thus I descend,
On to earth.
Having been, to heaven
And back.

It’s there, for me to soar,
In my dreams;
When I would need,
Some quiet and peace.

The cracked sods
Watch the clouds drift by;
Thirsts for the drench,
And then it pours.

Are they the passing clouds,
Shifting clouds,
Transient clouds,
Grey clouds.

When it falls pitter-patter,
The earth heaves
And trembles.
Bursts and blooms,
Blushes and glows.

The summer shower
Paints the scape
In iridescent hues.
But comes with
The blues.

Veil

The glazed eyes
Startle.
What, oh what doth
lies beyond
Those kohl lined,
Shaded lids?

Searing pain,
Of quelled dreams;
A misty desire,
for untread realms;
A search futile
for the lost soul;

As the trails sweep
the marbled floors,
she seems to carry along;
An air laden with,
frozen senses, greyed horizon,
doused fire, a stilled heart.

Maybe
Shes happy,
the reigning queen
in her castle.
Maybe not.

Maybe one is.
And the other
Not.

For
They don’t always come
in shades of black,
Or in visible forms,
The veil.